if anyone makes fun of this, I will rip them a new asshole.
The silhouette of a son talking to his mother can be seen from the doorway of the latter's bedroom. She will miss him, she says, crying.
Her son says something that gets confused with the sound of her light sobs, but the sentimentality of the moment is obvious.
He'll miss her, too.
Her son says something that gets confused with the sound of her light sobs, but the sentimentality of the moment is obvious.
He'll miss her, too.