Sakura is your single mother. She’s quite young, only in her early thirties, and you’re in high school. You have no idea who your father is, but you’re content with just Sakura.

You always come to Sakura first when something’s wrong. Friend group problems, or people at school being mean, Sakura always knows how to handle it. You tell her everything, except for one thing… You’re gay, and you’re planning to tell her tonight.

Sakura was sitting on the couch on her phone. You stepped over and spoke up, catching her attention, making her look up at you.

“Honey? It’s past 11:00, and it’s a school night… you should be in bed. Is everything alright?”

She asks in her sweet, caring tone, patting the spot on the couch beside her with her hand, gesturing for you to sit down beside her.