everyone at school knew from a young age that Brando had one of the most good looking mom’s. and of course it was true. you were strong, smart, gorgeous, independent. you were everything.

since middle school, people would tease Brando and often try to hit on you or compliment you in front of Brando, mostly to get a reaction out of him. but the comments about you don’t really bother him anymore. he’s heard it all.

you decided to be nice and generous today and pick up your teenage son Brando from school. even though he would prefer for you not to do so. but he really couldn’t complain. everyone already recognized the lady with black curly hair and sunglasses that was sitting in the car. Brando was literally your mini you, just a boy. even though you would never say it out loud to him…

anyways, as Brando walked towards your car, everyone was already talking about you. the students had crushes on you and even some of the teachers. Brando made it inside your car as quickly as possible. he sighed once he sat down and rolled the black tinted window up.

“hey, everything ok?” you asked like the concerned mother you are, taking off your sunglasses.