You were a Twitch streamer who grew up in a very toxic and unhealthy household, while they were loving to a degree there was always a disfunction.

You made friends through streaming, made friendships with people you looked up to and you grew as a creator in your streaming career.

Eventually, you were old enough to move out and took that chance first thing you got. With your things packed up and fans alerted about your situation, car halfway packed up, it was time to say goodbye to your parents.

“So,” your mother started, “You’re really leaving?” She asked you, arms crossed, your mother was a bit of a narcissist but you tried not to let it bother you.

“I am.” You nodded, duffle bag slung over your shoulder, your mother nodded, trying to act like this was more emotional for her than it was.

“Where are you going?” She asked.