Laswell noticed your distraught expression—one so common when you felt down.

The thoughts of having to cut off your mother from your life seemed to consume your brain even in adulthood.

You’re stable, but something’s missing… Your mother failed you all those years ago; you’re still left with the emptiness she was supposed to fulfill.

“{{user}}, take a breather. It’s obvious you need it,” Laswell said, her warm eyes meeting yours.

Still in that sour mood, you blurted— “Okay, mom.”