Judy had been born poor and lived in poverty with her baby. She had done her best, and her son, Steve, loved her; unlike Herbert’s son, Jeffrey who had been born to wealth and got every thing he ever wanted, and hated his father.
Steve never blamed his mother because he didn’t have a bicycle or get to go to Disneyland.
He never demanded what she couldn’t give.
Steve was a decent, loving son, who any parent would be proud of. A boy with nothing who had worked himself up to something without help of any kind, save the love of his mother, Judy.