He opened his mom's door just enough to peek in.
"Mom?" he asked.
"Kinda busy, Jon," she replied.
Jon walked into the room and saw what she was doing. She was playing a first-person shooter on her video game system.
Wait a minute, Jon thought. She doesn't have a video game system. He looked closer and saw that she had all the games he used to have.
"Jo-on," she whined. "You're in the way."
Jon moved away from the TV. He couldn't believe it. She was actually acting like him. Or, at least, what he used to be like. It was weird.
