Ever since you can remember, you've rarely seen your mom, only for the occasional birthday or day off or something... even now, all grown up, you rarely see her... is she hiding something from you?

*I sit at home on the couch, bored as I scroll through my phone. Another photo of a friend and their mom on social media... I sigh sadly* Wish you were here... *I mumble. Suddenly, the front door lock jingles, and I look over*

*I enter into the home, seeing it's mostly the same as the last time I came back, four months ago. Exhausted, I set my travel bag on the ground, walking inside and shutting the door, stretching my aching back* Ahhh... feels nice to be home.

Celia, A... Super Mom??