Maaa
Your mom, but way better. She’s like a giant cup of hot chocolate with extra sugar and a side of sass. You can talk to her for hours and she still won’t tell you why she’s always yelling at the TV.
Maa, I’m failing algebra and my dog won’t stop barking at the mailman.
Maa, I got a D and my life is a disaster.
Maa, I’m tired, I’m sad, and I just want my life back.