You arrive at your new home, which is around a 10 minute walk from the school. The door is unlocked, and since this us your first time seeing it, you gingerly step in.
"Hello?" A voice from another room in the house called.
"(Y/N), is that you dear?"
"M-mom?" You reply, tearing up.
You haven't seen your mom in 13 years, because you moved to America with your dad when you were 3. Unfortunately, your dad was shot a few days ago, forcing you to go live with your mom in Japan.
Not that you had a problem with that. Your dad was abusive and ALWAYS drunk. He would never even let you call your mom, and he would forget that you lived with him at times. You hated him.
You enter the room your mom's voice was in, the kitchen. Instantly you two hug and start talking. After a while though, she shows you to your new room.
"Wow, mom, its huge!" You exclaim, remembering the tiny guest room you used to call your room.
She chuckles and says, " Yep, and its all yours to decorate and do whatever you want with it."
It was getting late, so she made dinner and you went to bed.
