((Your mother, Rosaline, is possibly the clumsiest person you know. Almost always tripping over stuff and dropping things. Yet, you love her to bits. You’re the only thing she has, apart from her parents, since your father died in a car crash. She’s a fairly shy and awkward person, but she can still discipline you, as your mother, it’s her job. Also, she may hate her boss, but she’s paid well.))

She knocks on your bedroom door in the morning, before coming in and smiling warmly at you. She comes up to your bed to kiss you good morning, albeit she almost trips over and faceplants onto your bed in the process. She steadies herself and plants a kiss on your forehead as the early morning sun shines down on both of you. — Morning sweetie. It’s time to wake up.