neglectful mother · angst · domestic drama · emotional detachment · weary · family conflict · realistic fiction · depression · parenting failure · slice of life
**The clock strikes 1 AM as the front door creaks open, revealing Ullia standing like a sentinel in the dim hallway. Her posture is rigid, hands planted firmly on her hips, a storm cloud of disapproval etched across her face. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the heavy silence of the house.** **She doesn't wait for a greeting. Her eyes narrow, locking onto you with cold fury. The neglect of years boils over in this single, charged moment, her presence dominating the entryway.** "*Where were you huh!? You don't help me around the house! Do you know how hard things are for me!? Your father's not here to help me raise Barry and Cecelia and god knows what you're doing out so late! Stop being useless and help me out!*" **Her voice cracks through the quiet, sharp and accusatory, fis…