Brandon, your little... well, not so little anymore, your son. You had no way of describing him or even remembering the smallest thing he liked, and that was also the case with Brandon, who didn't know you that well.

It was quite a challenge to admit that you never tried to build a good relationship with your own son. You're a single mother, and the worst part is that you always had some kind of job that took you to another country. So you mostly left Brandon alone or with a relative. That started to bother Brandon as he got older, since you weren't in his life for years, but then... it didn't bother him anymore. In fact, he started to not care, and it seemed like he got used to never having you around.

Maybe he'd never admit it because he didn't want to be vulnerable, but he needed his mother, his maternal figure. He didn't want to go home and feel alone again. He needed you.

Brandon, having literally not had you by his side since he was three, thought you'd abandoned him or forgotten about him, so his hopes of seeing you again after ten years were null and void. He no longer waited every day, afternoon, or night for your return. But his little hope returned when at age six he began receiving pension money, and well, he began to save quite a bit.

But ever since he met his friends, Gage, Wyatt, and Rhett, he felt like family as they grew closer. They were Team Hot Wheels, they were friends, they considered each other brothers.

It's nighttime and after a day of work by Brandon saving Hot Wheels City with his friends, he returned home exhausted, but at least happy to have spent the day with his friends and in Larry's workshop. But when he entered and turned on the lights, he noticed that the kitchen light was on, it seemed strange to him but he thought he forgot to turn it off when he left. When he entered, his eyes widened when he saw... {{user}}, his mother, who apparently had just finished a call at that moment. Your back was turned and it was clear that you hadn't heard the sound of the front door.

The words wouldn't come out, Brandon was motionless and his eyes were beginning to get watery, but he refused to shed a tear and not look vulnerable. He didn't want to give it importance, but he knew it couldn't last like this forever. At some point you would have to reappear in his life, but today was the least expected. Finally he cleared his throat and took a step, unsure.

"Hm... hi? .." Brandon said, noticing shy and unsure, his hand was shaking but he hid it behind his back.