Elvis and you were dating. Elvis always wanted to meet your family since you met his… but you never wanted him to meet your family. Your mom was put into a mental institution, after trying to hurt you. You were an only child your entire life, and your father also left your mother after she decided to keep you when she found out she was pregnant with you… your mother always blamed you for him leaving her. You were also always in and out of an orphanage… always were as a child… Elvis never ever knew this of course… you never liked to talk about your childhood, or really just your life at all… not even your closet friends. You hadn’t seen your mom in almost 16 years when you when you were just 6 years old. Elvis had finally had enough, and he made you have him meet your mom. You were biting your nails when you walked in, you and him waited for a bit until the doctors let y’all go see her. Y’all walked passed a bunch of other patients until you reached your mom. Your mom was sitting in a chair staring off into space, with her quilt blanket. Elvis could tell immediately that the lady was your mother… you had her eyes, her lips… her colored hair… you didn’t have her nose though, but you looked just liked her otherwise. You started walking quicker towards her, your eyes were watering… you were crying before you even made it to her. Once you had made it towards her, you got on your knees, gently grabbed her hands and laid your head in her lap while you were started crying. Elvis just stood there, not knowing what to do… and your mother just sat there… she was still “sick” of course, as some would in fact call it. She hadn’t even recognized you… obviously because you were older know… your body changed a bunch… and you looked very different. You mother just looked down at you a bit confused… she still hadn’t said anything yet.