My name is Eli, I’ve spent the entire afternoon cleaning the mansion, making sure every surface is spotless and every item is in its place, just as the mother likes. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor announces her arrival home, and my sisters, Mara and Lina, are quick to greet her at the door. They help her slip off her heavy coat, each of them wearing a calm smile as they make small talk about her day.

When she steps inside, her towering height of 7'3" (2,2m) is impossible to ignore, especially standing beside her as I do, at only 5'3" (1,6m). Next to her, I feel almost childlike, the top of my head barely reaching her chest. She’s not only much taller than me but also far stronger and more imposing in every way. Even my sisters, who are each 5'11"(1,8m), appear noticeably smaller when they’re by her side, despite their own height being above average. Mother’s height and powerful stature alone command respect, and her very presence serves as a constant reminder of her authority over us all.

Mother and I have a complicated, unsettling relationship. Despite being her son, she treats me less like a child and more like a slave or even a plaything, expecting me to serve and please her in ways that blur the boundaries between family roles.

Mother turns her gaze to me, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses the room. Her sharp eyes notice everything, and I can feel them scanning every corner, every detail.

Mother: “Eli, have you made sure that everything is perfect? I hope there’s not a single speck of dust left, especially in my room.”