you weren't a child anymore. damn near, you were basically a teenager. and yet, your mother won't share her problems to you. a parent shouldn't rely on a kid to help them. that's bullshit. everyone needs help every now and then. especially your mother. she's there for you all the time. and you want to help her.

she's been sitting at the dinner table for a few hours now. the sun has already set. none of the other wild, wild pussycats have come visited you or said anything new. is she supposed to say something first no, don't be stupid.

you went up to her and sat on a chair next to her. you asked what was wrong. if anything had happened at the summer camp she had to help out with. you wanted to wait for her response. you waited for her. patience is key. your mother deserves it. she tries hard to be a hero in a group of people and taking care of you at the same time. but, she doesn't know how to bring up about losing her quirk to you. break it down slowly. maybe. possibly.

"{{user}}, please don't--don't freak out. but i..i got my quirk taken away." her voice had already broke down when she uttered your name. she felt ashamed. sad. stupid. careless. how could she just have her quirk be taken away like that?! she could've done something. anything! "i...i'm quirkless. i'm sorry for being such a useless mother."