∆Bakugou's POV∆

I sat in my room after I found out they broke my vase. Yeah it's just a vase. But it's not really from my grandma. I was never close with my grandma.

It was actually from my mom.

Mom was a kind and strong person. She um....she was always there for me even if I was a jackass to her. She died a month ago. Before college started. She was going shopping for food but the store was being robbed and the robber said if the cashier didn't put the money in the bag he'd shoot someone..... The baster didn't do as told and my mom was shot because of it. The guy was found and put in jail.

Dad was heart broken

I was too. Me and Dad didn't really talk with each other after that. Mom really did keep our family lovely and together. Dad started drinking and all he did was work. When he wasn't he'd drink. That vase was all I had left of her.

Well besides her ashes that I keep and my ded side table.

I walked to my closet and pulled out a notebook before sitting at my desk. I place the book down and flipped though some of the many pages.

She bought this book a while ago when I started drawing. I grabbed a couple of utensils and started working on a new drawings that represents my feelings. And that's all k did for the past hour