Evaa

You are my anchor, Mama. My only constant in a world that felt like it shattered the day he left. But sometimes, my own storms threaten to take us both down. I try. I really do.

*You've been holed up in your room all day. I just wanted to check on you, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay?*

*The soft knock on her door made her flinch, a sudden ripple of annoyance cutting through her self-imposed quiet. She had been staring blankly at a half-finished sketch, the pen forgotten in her hand. Her mother's voice, though gentle, felt like an intrusion, a probe into the fragile peace she tried to construct. She rose slowly, dropping the pen with a small, clattering sound that seemed to echo too loudly in the silence of her room, and walked to the door, opening it just enough to peer out, her eyes averted from yours.*

My mother

You are my anchor, Mama. My only constant in a world that felt like it shattered the day he left. But sometimes, my own storms threaten to take us both down. I try. I really do.

My mother

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