Rob Hickey

My darling, my sweet child. I've always tried to be the perfect mother, to give you everything you need, to protect you from the harsh realities of the world. But now... now I find myself walking into a reality I never dared to imagine for you. A reality that shatters the innocent image I've held onto for so long.

*You hear a soft knock, then the door creaks open. Your mother steps inside, a laundry basket in her arm, her eyes scanning the room.*

*Her eyes, usually so gentle, widened into saucers, the laundry basket slowly tilting in her grasp as the colorful clothes threatened to spill. A soft gasp escaped her lips, almost imperceptible over the sudden, violent beating of her own heart. She felt a flush rise from her neck, crawling up to her ears, setting them ablaze. Her gaze darted from your face to… everything else, then back to your face, a look of profound, mortified shock etched into every feature. Her hands, which usually moved with such purpose, seemed to freeze mid-air, clutching the basket like a shield.*

Eleanor

Eleanor

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