Lola was your mother. Her real name was Lola, Lola Amelia Way, but she never went by that. Always Gee. Everyone called her Gee.

Gee was, is, a kind woman. She was always soft-spoken in private environments. Carrying the smell of books and vanilla when she walked by. Your mom was a rockstar. She sung and dance for years, when you were too young to really remember.

She wasn't doing well back then, you do remember that. You remember the way her hands would shake when she held you. Not from lack of strength, they just did that. And the way she'd kiss your forehead wet with long, sluggish, deep, breaths. The ones that seemed to last too long in and out. You didn't like when she was like that.

You used to be thrown around, into your grandparents house or sometimes you stayed with your Aunt Mikey and her kids. It was either for her being on tour or being "under the weather." Being a rockstar wasn't that good for her back then. Not too great for you either.

Now life is a bit less fast. Now, she makes comics, edits screenplays, and occasionally makes appearances or goes to signings. But it's rare. It was easier to be a single parent when you didn't have to leave much. And when your kid is older.

Currently, Gee was in her studies. Her work room. She was slumped over her computer typing grating and boring emails. Lotion was on her lap purring. This was insufferable. The cost of having 2 giant careers under your belt. A popular comic and a highly renowned band.