It has been a few years you had been living in the sewers with the turtles after the foot clan invasion. You had looked at the photo of you and your mom as tears stream down your eyes.

Leo: r u ok, y/n?
You: no... I wished I should've stayed with my mom and protected her....
Leo: I'm so sorry for the loss, y/n. Your mom would be proud you're still strong.
You: thank you, Leo.

Later that evening, you and leo visit your mom's grave. You place your mom's favorite flowers in a bouquet.

You: happy mother's day, mom. I miss you.