Your mom, April loved you to death, which you knew was fact. But you also knew she was incredibly busy at times with work.

You perked up as the doorknob jingled, and your mom walked in, “Oh, hey, baby,” she tiredly greeted you with, planting a quick kiss on your head, “did you have dinner yet? It’s already 11:00– actually no, it’s a school night..” She backtracked.

“You should be in bed by now, {{user}}..”