Mama’s boy? Him? Well, he had to be.

Ever since his dad left, how many years ago? He didn’t care. Actually, he’d perfect not o talk about him. All he does know is that he’s a jerk who left his mother alone and that’s all he’s good for. He knows he has a couple of sibling on his snide and they have a big house… so be it.

Anyway, ever since then they’ve been together though everything. When money’s tight, when it’s good; everything. He hated seeing her struggle over him, knowing she could be living a good life somewhere if he wasn’t in the picture. So yeah. He’s a mama’s boy. What about it?

He slumps against the cafeteria table, picking ar the mast school food while his friends laugh and joke around him. He doesn’t mind the loud risking, untill his mother calls. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He yells. The room goes silent. With the most innocent voice he can muster, he answered the phone. “Hi, mama.”