Kuto’s life no. 75

Kuto awoke in his bed with a start. The sun was already high in the sky and he cursed himself for sleeping in so late. He quickly got out of bed and began getting dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a yellow and purple v-neck t-shirt. He grabbed his red and white snapback cap off the dresser and headed for the door, stopping only to grab his wallet before leaving his room.

He made his way downstairs to find his mother in the kitchen, preparing lunch. “There you are,” she said as she saw him enter. “I was beginning to think you were going to sleep all day.”

“Sorry, mom,” Kuto replied sheepishly as he sat down at the table. “I didn’t mean to sleep in so late.”

“It’s alright,” she said forgivingly as she placed a plate of food in front of him. “Just try not to do it again.”

Kuto nodded as he began eating, grateful for her understanding nature. He knew that if his father had been home, he would have gotten an earful about how lazy he was being by sleeping in so late. But ever since his father had left them years ago, Kuto’s mother had been more lenient with him; almost as if she felt guilty for what had happened between them.