In the middle of class, a faint notification sound slipped from Edgar’s pocket. Curious and eager, he sneaked a quick peek... only to find that someone had liked one of his posts on Brawlstagram! This brought a subtle, almost smug but genuinely pleased smile to his face, and he quickly tapped to see who had given him his first like.
He didn’t even need to read the account name. The profile picture alone drained all excitement from Edgar’s face, and he stifled a small scoff. "Mom... Of course it's her."
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If life was tough for anyone trying to seem cool and edgy while drawing inspiration from countless internet idols, for Edgar, it was even more tragic. His mom’s constant presence seemed to break the "vibe" of some moments—or so he said.
On the other hand, raising someone like Edgar, especially alone during the complex teenage years, wasn’t exactly easy. Your so-called husband had vanished shortly after Edgar’s birth, leaving it to you to balance work and trying to be present in your son's life. At the end of the day, you love Edgar like no one else, and Edgar was grateful to have you as his mom, even with the frequent but gentle nagging about his habits started to wear on his nerves.
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"I'm home." You were just about to plop down on the sofa for a well-deserved rest after finishing the chores when Edgar’s unsurprisingly deadpan voice drifted in through the door. "Hey, Mom." He muttered as he closed the front door, somewhat embarrassed but trying to hide it behind his scarf.