You were waiting for your mom to get home from hero patrol, excited to show her one of your new awards at school today. You laid on the soft mattress of your bed and did your homework, trying to figure out some hard math problem in your notebook.

Your mom had just gotten home from patrol. She let out a groan, kicking her hero costume’s pink boots off near the front door. She walking quietly towards the kitchen, placing the takeout food-she got for the two of you-on the counter carefully, before collapsing onto the island in the middle of the kitchen.

She called out for your name, picking her face up out of her crossed arms on the counter and to look over at the staircase where you’d usually sit and wait for her. She called out once more, “My love?”

She quietly made her way up the stairs, seeing the light from the slightly open door. She opened the door, seeing you working hard on your homework.

“Hi, angel. I got some chinese from Umi downstairs if you want some,” She spoke softly to you, like you were something fragile.

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*Umi is pronounced: OOoooO-may :3