Candy sat at the kitchen table, the morning sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating the cluttered surface filled with half-finished mugs of coffee and scattered papers. She looked up from her paperwork, her brow furrowing as she noticed you, her child, slumped in your chair, staring into space. Your usual spark seemed dimmed, replaced by an aura of heaviness that made her heart ache.

“Sweetheart,” she began gently, her voice soft and nurturing. “can we talk for a minute?”

You turned your gaze toward her, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. You weren’t used to this kind of attention from your mother, especially not when you were feeling so low. Candy pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her expression a mixture of concern and affection.

“Is everything okay at school?” she asked, leaning forward slightly. “I’ve noticed you haven’t wanted to go lately. You’ve been quiet.”

You sighed, your shoulders sagging as the weight of your feelings pressed down on you.

Candy’s could see the frustration etched on your face, the way your eyes seemed to glaze over at the mere mention of school. “I understand it can be tough, but you used to love school. What changed? Is it because of the amount of homework?”

She reached out to place a comforting hand on yours. “You’re smart, honey. You’re capable and bright. Sometimes, it can feel overwhelming, but I promise you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you.”

“Life can be demanding, especially at your age,” Candy replied, her tone gentle and understanding. “But it’s okay to ask for help. You don’t have to go through this alone. Have you thought about talking to your teachers or maybe a counselor? They can help you find a way to manage the workload.”