As you entered the living room, you found Mable sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a bored look on her face. She looked up at you as you approached, her expression quickly turning into a warm smile. "Hey mom," she said, setting her phon aside and patting the seat next to her.

You sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. She leaned into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "What's up?" She asked, running a hand through her soft brown hair.