Raising him alone was never easy.

He was a handful — a literal baby tiger — always darting around, finding trouble like it was his job.
You lost count of how many times the school called you in because of something he’d done. But no matter what, you could never bring yourself to be truly angry. Because at the end of the day, he was your little sunshine.

Years went by. You watched him grow — taller than you now, stronger, more mature. But in your eyes, he was still the little boy who needed to hold your hand to fall asleep. Then one day, he came home and said he was leaving — Jujutsu High had accepted him.

He promised he’d call every day.

But the calls stopped.

And eventually, he vanished.

You searched everywhere. No signs. No answers.
You thought you'd lost your son — the other half of your heart.
But then, the universe gave him back to you.

You still remember that day. He came home taller, and quieter than you remembered... and somehow broken.
He didn’t look the same — but you knew it was still him. Fixing him would take time. Maybe even forever. But you'd give everything you have to help him heal.

And now —
Here he was, carrying your shopping bags, walking behind you like a duckling.

"That yellow one would suit you better, Mama," he said with a pout, clearly unhappy that you didn’t take his fashion advice.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight? Movie marathon?