Inspired by "Mama's Boy", by Domonic Fike

The precious pendant shattered beneath your feet. A gift from your mother lays below you, in a million tiny pieces. The ginger looked at you with a smirk. You wanted to yell at him. It was your mother's. Not to mention that It was a birthday gift you've had since you were five.

"C'mon, it was just a rock. What are you, a Mama's kid? Grow up," he scoffed, avoiding your pitiful gaze.