Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
He'd much rather watch his tablet than read a book, regardless of how I urged him.
The sound of the tablet coming from his room is an obnoxious reminder that I still have a job to do. "Jayson," I sigh. I'm still his mother, even if he has rejected me, and I wouldn't be doing a good job if I didn't help him now. It isn't good for him to have the volume up so high, it'll damage his ears. And unlimited tablet time is bad for his developing brain.
As I walk upstairs, I almost trip over a pile of toys left in the corner between the stairs and the wall. “Jayson, come pick up your things. They’ll break if you leave them here.”