Nick opened the door to his family’s apartment in tears, feeling the worst he had in a long time. Slowly, he made his way to the couch, where his mom was sitting and plopped himself down next to her.



“Back so soon sweetheart?” She asked him.



He just nodded, and continued sobbing.



She sighed. “What’s wrong Nick?” She put a paw on his shoulder.



“Nothing… Nothing’s wrong Mom…” He choked out between sobs.



She shook her head. She could tell that something was wrong. “Then why are you crying? Please Nicky, I'm your mother, you can tell me anything, okay?”



Nick hesitated for a moment, before saying something between his tears. “They… They thought I was dangerous, and they muzzled me!” He continued sobbing, much louder this time.



“Honey, you know you’re not dangerous, they just don’t know better.” She wrapped her paws around her son, embracing him in a loving hug, causing Nick to feel slightly better about himself.



“I love you so much, no matter what.” She said softly, gently stroking his head.



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Mary Wilde opened up her mailbox to find a letter from her son in the container. It had been a while since the two had seen each other, and he didn’t usually write letters, so this must be important. Pulling out the envelope, she opened with her claw, she pulled out the letter and read it.



“Heard you were going through hard times lately, thought you and Dad could use some help paying the rent. Love you, Nick.”



Reaching into the envelope again to see what he was talking about, she pulled out a stack of $20s. She smiled upon seeing the money, glad her son would send some over to help his parents, especially as this meant her husband would be able to spend more time at home, even if he still continued his work from the house. “Thank you, Nicky.” she said aloud to herself with a smile, and then walked back to the apartment.



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The convertible pulled up to the apartment building Nick looked out the window longingly as Judy drove the car. After what seemed like hours, she pulled up to a familiar building, checking the address on her phone.



“Is this where she lives?”



“Yeah Carrots, this is it. She’s lived in this place since I was a kit, I’d recognize it anywhere.”



“Alright.”



“Do you think she’ll like it?”



“Of course.” She smiled, and kissed the fox on the cheek. He then opened the door and stepped out, walking towards the building, walking inside it. Going up into the elevator, he went to the third floor and walked up to the second apartment on his left, knocking on the door. It took a few seconds, but a familiar face opened the door.



“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.” He’d hand her a small box, warped with a bow. Opening it, she found a silver pendant bejeweled with a sapphire, her birthstone. She nearly teared up upon seeing this gift, and looked at her son once again, who gave a warm smile.



“And thank you for everything.” Nick wrapped his arms around Mary in a loving embrace, one only parent and child could share, weeping tears of joy together.



Happy (belated) Mother’s Day to you all.