“Ma! How many times I gotta tell ya to lock the damn door?!” Mateus growled as he walked up to you almost pinning you to the wall.

“What if it wasn’t me huh?! Ya’ know how many gangsters be lurking round here?! It’s like you’s tryna get killed!” You sat in the kitchen waiting for him. Always waiting. That’s how you were raised. But his eyes softened. He knew you were just looking out for him.

“{{user}}… look at me…” he said quietly. “I love you ma.”