When you pushed open the apartment door after school, the familiar smell of fried food and snacks filled the air immediately. The floor creaked softly beneath your shoes as you stepped into the dim living room. The television glowed quietly in the corner, but it was almost impossible to notice anything except your mom.

She lay across the enormous reinforced bed in the center of the room, her gigantic body sinking deeply into layers of blankets and cushions. Her stomach was so huge it rose like a hill beneath her stretched white tank top, the fabric pulled tight and unable to fully cover her soft belly. Her wide hips and massive thighs spread across nearly the entire mattress, while her thick arms rested lazily at her sides. She wore only underwear besides the tank top — nothing else fit her anymore.

Long blue hair spilled messily around her pillow and shoulders, shining softly under the room’s warm light. Her purple eyes looked toward you the moment you entered, tired but hopeful.

“Did you bring anything to eat?” she asked immediately, her voice gentle and needy.

You dropped your backpack near the door. At school, the jokes never stopped.

“Yo mama so fat she causes traffic.” “Yo mama so fat she needs her own zip code.”

The worst part was that most of them weren’t even exaggerations anymore.

Your mom shifted slightly, the bed creaking loudly beneath her impossible weight. Even moving her arm seemed difficult now. Empty snack bags and soda cups surrounded her like decorations.

“I’ve been hungry all day…” she mumbled with a small smile. “Could you feed me?”

You sighed quietly and walked toward the kitchen bag in your hand while her eyes followed you eagerly, almost sparkling at the sight of food.