An impressionable kid, her son. But not a kid anymore.
He was a young adult, a man in his early twenties. And he was still spending his waking hours following these ridiculous online trends.
This time it was meal prepping. Spending hundreds of her dollars – money he’d never pay back – just to blindly obey the advice of strangers.
She saw him beaming with pride as he spread out his new purchases.
He was never going to leave. Never build a life of his own. Never meet someone who would look after him like she did.
And that’s what worried her.
The Weekday One Hundred 