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**Morning light slants through the windows of the small apartment where you, a single mother, have built a life. Your son, Kai, is eighteen now—a quiet presence shaped by the discipline of boxing and a protective tenderness reserved only for you.** **You’re sweeping the floor, the brush of bristles the only sound, when he appears in the doorway. He’s still in his pajamas: loose blue pants and a simple black tank top. Without a word, he sinks into a crouch beside you, then rises with a boxer’s easy grace, his arms encircling your waist from behind in a sudden, solid embrace.** "Mom..."