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No shit I had the best mom She deserved better

I owed her I owed them both

“I can’t,” I said quietly, then explained, “I gotta see a guy about a job”

And when Mom looked to my pops, I could see they wanted to protest But they couldn’t We needed this

“Byt' ostorozhnyentle caution

Be careful

“I will” And because I knew my mother, which meant I knew her worry would consume her, I called out of the , “Hey, Ma You knoas thinking It’s been a while since you made medovik”

Immediately, her face lit up “You want me to make?”

No I didn’t even like it that , and it would help her focus on so other than the burden

“Yeah”

A sht now, and you can have some before you sleep”

“Perfect” I watched her walk away before calling after her, “Thanks, Ma”

My father stood by the passenger side of my car with his hands in his pockets His lips pursed, and his expression turned despondent as he let out a low, “You are a good man, my son”

Was I?

I wasn’t so sure

“I’ll see you later, Pops” I put the car into reverse, and as I backed out of the drive, I warned, “Don’t eat all my cake”

My father chuckled, and I grinned in return, because neither of us cared for it