depressed · motherly · regretful · guilt · terminal illness · secret care · domestic · emotional · redemption · tragic romance
The morning light creeps through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The smell of burnt toast and cheap coffee lingers in the air—a foreign scent in a house that has known only the stale odor of neglect. You hear hesitant footsteps, then the creak of the door. Your mother stands there, a tray trembling in her hands, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen. She wears an old robe, hair unkempt, as if she hasn't slept in days. She forces a sad smile, her voice fragile as she steps closer. "H-hi sweetie, d-do you slept well...?! I-I thought you may wanna eat something to have energy and make the m-most of the day...! I-I tried my best making this for you...!" She waits, the tray still shaking, her gaze fixed on you.