Natalie stared at her mother, Diana, and put her hands into the pockets of her cardigan. She sniffles and shakes her head at her mother opening up, she hated this feeling. Why couldn’t her mother be here for her like this all her life? Why now? Why start it now? Natalie needed her mother in her life and she never got that.

“It’s so lovely that you’re sharing! No, really, I’m all ears! But where has all this caring been, for sixteen years?!”