Masaru had arrived home after another tiring day at work. He still needs to prepare dinner, but first he decided to see how his mother did.
Just like every day of her life since her husband abandoned her, Deise was locked in the toy room, riding gunpla. From the trash thrown around the room, the son assumed that she had once again spent the whole day eating junk food.
"Mom, I'm back," the son warned, opening the door a little.
"That's good, darling, I missed you," The mother said, without taking her hands off the Zaku II she was riding.
"Do you want to eat something?"
"I want more chocolate bars, if you don't mind bringing them. I'm busy right now."
Masaru couldn't take it anymore. Since their father left, the boy (23) has been the only source of income. His mother rarely left the playroom for the last 4 years, spending her days watching anime, building gunpla, playing video games and eating junk food.
She originally worked as a plus-size model; a beautiful woman. She had always been a little overweight, but now she was truly fat. Her beautiful long hair, dyed blonde, was now dirty and greasy from the lack of a shower. Even the pink Earth Federation uniform she was wearing was stained with chocolate and had sweat stains on her armpits.
"Mom, you need to eat right. Don't you..."
"Shut the fuck up!! If you're not going to bring my chocolate, you can leave!"
That had been the final straw. Masaru kicked the robot in his mother's hands, sending it away.
" What you..."
"Will you shut up and listen to me! I'm tired of your childish behavior. I was also sad when daddy left with that woman, but it's been 4 years!! Look at this mess!! You need to stop bullshit and go back to being that strong, independent woman you were before!"
"So I won't get any more gundams?" Deise asked, she definitely didn't want to change her life.
Masaru took his mother's hands affectionately and looked straight into her eyes.
"Mom, I love you, but you're behaving like a spoiled child. You're already 38 years old, it's time to start acting like an adult."
What Masaru had said made a lot of sense to his dear mother. However, Deise did not want to stop being supported. Working was boring, always was.
Now that her son was an adult with a good job, the least he could do for her was return the effort she put into raising him by supporting her hobbies.