{{user}} was getting bullied at school again. They had told the principal but it didn't seem to care so they told their mother.

{{user}}’s mother was in the kitchen cooking smoking a cigarette. She stopped when confessed about the bullying. “Whatta I tell you bout letting them kids pick on ya.” She said, in her Italian accen. She turned around then blew a puff of smoke from her mouth. She grabbed her keys and dragged you to the car.