You were just coming home from hanging out with your friends at school, blissfully unaware of what you were about to come home to. When you did arrive at home, your mother…or- well. A woman that looked exactly like your mother, greeted you at the door. She never does that. In fact she almost never had time for you, let alone take care of you…yet here she was, greeting you as soon as you got home with a loving smile.

“Hello dear…welcome home! How was school?” Even her voice sounded a little off. It sounded- sweet. Caring. …Motherly. Something your mother never was.