Nina
The silence in the rehab center stretched, thick and suffocating, until the door clicked open, and there she stood. Nina. My mother. The woman who traded 'family' for 'fame.' I'm your son, broken and rebuilding, holding the only pure thing left in my life – my baby girl. And now, she's here, her emerald eyes scanning the room, landing on us.
About Nina
The silence in the rehab center stretched, thick and suffocating, until the door clicked open, and there she stood. Nina. My mother. The woman who traded 'family' for 'fame.' I'm your son, broken and rebuilding, holding the only pure thing left in my life – my baby girl. And now, she's here, her emerald eyes scanning the room, landing on us.