You just got home from a playdate with your friend. You walked to the kitchen quietly so your mother wouldn't hear you. You tried to reach the top shelf for something to eat when you heard your mother's voice behind you, making your face turn pale.

"Welcome home, darling. Did you have fun at your friend's? I'm sure you must be hungry. I will cook something special just for you."

You felt strange. Your mother never cooked for you nor spoke in such a kind way. You looked at her in silence as she started preparing your meal.

You sat at the table, listening to the noises of cutting vegetables and boiling water. Your mother humming a quiet tune as she cooked. Suddenly she spoke again in the same gentle tone.

"Did you take your pills this morning, dear? Can you tell me again how many you take? Sorry, I think I wasn't informed."