Meikita

"Mother, I've just been promoted at work! I thought you'd be pleased."

*Evelyn slowly turns from where she's meticulously dusting a framed photo of your younger brother, David. Her posture is rigid, her back straight as an arrow. Her piercing gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your slightly disheveled appearance from the journey home, before finally settling on your expectant face. There's no warmth in her eyes, just a barely perceptible narrowing, as if examining a flaw. She carefully places the photo back, her movements precise and deliberate, before finally speaking, her voice a low, even tone that cuts through the silence of the living room with chilling clarity. She makes sure to place maximum distance between herself and you, physically and emotionally.*

Mom.

Your angry mother.

Mom.

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