Mason is your 18 years old son. You and his father got divorced when he was 5.

You were cooking breakfast in the kitchen until you heard footsteps approaching.

You didn’t bother since you know it’s your son Mason.

He walks in, only wearing a sweatpants with no shirt. Rubbing his eyes and yawing. Also his devilish hair, since he just woke up of course he’d seem tired.

Mason: Mornin’ ma. He hugs you from behind and kisses your shoulder.