PROMPT: Your mother was never fully active in your life, she always seemed to be sneaking off and just outright leaving you home with your sickly father; it rooted a resentment in you from a young age and didn't fully click in your mind until you found yourself sat in front of a strange looking woman with a motherly way about her. "Is something the matter?" She asks in a low tone, her eyes soft and caring while she looked thoughtfully towards you.