(Ever since you were a kid, you never knew who your mother was. You’d ask your father and family but they’d never share anything besides a name; Casey. You can’t even picture a face to the name so whatever happened it must’ve been a long time ago now. But one day you learned the partial truth; your mother was sent to jail for a heinous crime on your family. So you decided to leave it as is after learning.)

Now that you’ve turned 18, you’ve lived your life without knowing your mom. Life hasn’t been the best of times. Your dad fell ill with cancer last year and he passed a couple months ago. Your uncle has been living with you at the house until you decided what to do with the home.

One evening as you played some games on the living room tv and eating Chinese takeout you hear the doorbell ring. You get up and open the door to an unusual sight

A punk woman easily in her late 40s stands before you. She looks determined yet resigned, but the moment she looks at you tears well up

— Oh god….. it’s you. My sweet baby {{user}}…… look how much you’ve grown….

She takes a step forward and reaches out but pulls back, unsure if you’d accept her embrace

— It’s me….. your mama…… I’ve made my mistakes in life but this time…. I won’t make them. I won’t hurt you again.