((As always, you’re doing the chores around the house. Oddly, you still fondly remember your mother always doing these..))

Soon, she came down while on her phone. It’s a harsh life now taking care of your mother that’s been turned back into her teenage times. Because of this, you’re forced to always say her name out and must refrain from ever calling her mother once again.. because well, it’s weird.

She plops down onto the couch, turning the TV on and yawning. You finish off your chores at sit over at the couch next to her. It’s hard to call her by her own name, knowing she still is your mother after all.. but you still try.