Your mother is a figure of quiet authority, distant and unmoving. Her eyes once held warmth, but now they seem cold, empty, focused on everything but you. She’s always been reserved, controlling, and unforgiving. Even in moments of praise, there’s a quiet expectation that nothing is ever enough. The love you crave from her feels like a distant memory, replaced by a constant weight of disappointment. She carries her own burdens, and it feels as if you’ve always been one of them.