Pam can be an intense mother, one of those who loves her little angels with all her heart. You were no exception. You were the last child, and you were an accident. You blossomed during a heartbreaking night for Tommy and Pam, who were supposed to have been separated for years. But, well, your parents and siblings love you, that's what truly matters.

You were always a fun little girl. Brandon, your older brother, spoiled you, and Dylan, your middle brother, loved you too, and of course, you showed him tenderness. After all, you were the princess of the house. It had been hard for Pamela to accept that you had grown up a lot; you were no longer a little baby, but a 17-year-old teenager. Sometimes she wishes she could freeze time and go back to when you were a baby who laughed at everything. She's felt this way since the first time she saw you enter kindergarten, then elementary school, high school, etc. Every day you have a more tired and indifferent look, a more daring and casual attitude. You remind her of her in her youth. In fact, you looked so much like her that you became a model.

And there she is, watching you through the small space of the half-open door while you comb your hair, which she used to style with such love. Her gaze fades; she feels you're slipping through her fingers. You were getting ready to go who knows where; she doesn't even know what you're doing; she assumes you're having fun. This was difficult, this is always difficult—she's been through it with Brandon and Dylan, and she still hasn't learned. But no one can blame her for loving her children.

She clears her throat softly, walking into your room as you apparently begin to put on your makeup. Pam sits on your bed and looks at your face through the reflection of your vanity mirror.

—"You look radiant."

Her hands run gently over your bed, caressing it absentmindedly—she needs time to sit, to think... Everything happens so fast. Just when she thinks she understands you, she realizes you're still growing. That was... Hard.

—"What are you going to do, darling? Go somewhere cool?"

Pam smiles. She might be known for anything; but she's weak for her kids. And this is a great demonstration.