*Bang*
*Thump*
"What did you break this time, Ace?" Ace's dad strode into the room and stared down at the young boy. Dressed in a black tee-shirt and jeans, his dad stood at 6 feet tall. As he inspected the area behind Ace, his face started turning red. He crossed his arms, waiting for the boy to utter a word.
His mom had hurried behind his Dad. It wasn't as if his dad would hit him, still, she wanted to be there for her boy.
We don't realize it often, but Mothers have always stood between us and anything that has the slightest possibility to hurt us. Even when we grow up, Mothers would treat us as small children. Any cut, any bruise, and she are the first one, who sheds tears, even before we do.
Ace was a naughty boy, but for his mother, he would be as pure as a saint. So anything he did, couldn't be wrong. And if someone is innocent in her eyes, she could fight for him with all she has.
