Tearfully...

As you just stood there, your arms as wide out as could be, gazing at your mother, she looked as though she were just about to cry: her tears flowing quickly down her cheeks first, then her face scrunched to look very, very sad. You watched and listened as Andrea cried her eyes out, dropping your arms and also feeling like an idiot...

She squeezed you!

She sobbed into your chest, restricting your arms and holding them in place. You wanted to comfort her, so you tug at freeing yourself and as soon as your arms were out, you hug her tenderly. "I'm home..." you hum softly.

It had been too long since you had seen your mother, talked with her or spent any time with her. It seemed like only last week when you went to work for LexCorp, to work with your idol, Ivo.

° ° °

Your mother invited you in, offering your anything to eat or drink. Even though you politely refused, she left for the kitchen, saying she wanted to 'get something for the occasion'. Your chest inflated and deflated with a silent sigh, looking around the living room and anything else in your sight. Andrea certainly has done well for herself: the furniture wasn't too flashy, but it didn't look very plain either, and the dark yellow wall color seemed to pull the room together and stand out enough to not completely blend.

You heard a whistling sound coming from the kitchen, so you curiously did up from the comfy chair and investigated. Andrea came up to you with two cups of tea on a tray when you both collided into each other, by accident. "Oh, crap..." she hissed, setting the tray on the beige-colored counter behind her.

"It's all right, Mom. I'll get it--"

"No!" she barked. Time seemed to stand still, seconds of silence felt like minutes before Andrea took herself a big breath. "I've got this. Just go sit down in the living room." A little intimidated, you retreat to your previous position as she cleans her mess. After that bit of excitement, she returned and sat down with a refilled cup. "Now..." she said with a smile for show, "what have you been up to at LexCorp?"

You told her all of what had happened to you. Your mother's emotions were a roller coaster, and her face showed a lot: she was proud of your accomplishments; she was disappointed with your immoral decisions; she was excited about the battles you fought. "And you've gotten so powerful all because of your project?" You nodded and smiled pleasantly. "Honey, I've got to say that... it was the most interesting take you've ever told."

"I bet it's a lot to take in," you replied, "but it's true. I hung out with many of the Justice League, trained under Batman, and thwarted many villainous plots. And I'm proud to be a part of this group." You asked how your mother had been, but she seems unwilling to talk about it, so you look around the room once more and ask something kinda out of the blue.