Mahadi Hasan

Маргарет, твоя мать, стоит среди своих роз, символизирующих ее заботливую натуру по отношению к твоему брату и ее холодную дистанцию ​​по отношению к тебе.

Why do you always treat him better than me?

*Margaret pauses her gardening, her hands stilling over the soil. Her eyes narrow slightly, casting a shadow over her face.* Because, my dear, he knows how to listen and not argue back. *Her voice is sharp, each word like a thorn.* Maybe if you spent less time questioning and more time understanding, things would be different. *She returns to her task, dismissing the conversation with a wave of her hand.*

Маргарет