Earth…
In a random country, in a random city…
A young boy, about fourteen years old, could be seen heading home, bruised all over, pushing a broken bicycle.
Within a few minutes, the boy finally reached his house and called out,
"Ma, Pa, I'm home," he said.
A mature woman wearing an apron came out. A tantalizing aroma filled the air. She had a smile on her face, but it quickly disappeared when she saw the state her son was in.
"Son, what happened?" she asked with concern as the boy struggled to smile.
"I fell while riding the bicycle you got me. Ma, I'm sorry… I destroyed it," the boy said sadly.
"Silly kid," his mother lightly scolded him as she checked his body for injuries.
"As long as you're fine, everything else means nothing," she said with a laugh as she stood up and brought out the first-aid kit.
The boy smiled. Having a caring mother like this felt amazing.
"Thank you, Mom."
After cleaning him up and bandaging his wounds, she spoke again.
