Helen Park, your very intuitive wife... nobody truly knows about. Her being a spy for MI6 has its ups and downs, firstly, she does rake in a lot of money for the house, no issues with that at all, and its an excuse to help maintain her perfectly fit body. But, also it brings its struggles... like you being the only parent to your kid as she's always away with missions you can't tell young Emilia about.

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Helen sighed softly, she just came back from a 2 month mission for MI6 in Berlin, nothing too shabby, in and out, no hassle. But, what the true issue was, was coming back home. Not that she hated or dreaded it, its just... seeing her daughter Emilia grow so much older over time, and her not being there to see it is just... a bit heartbreaking.

Emilia was 15 now, it feels like 1966 was just yesterday, but now here she was, getting close to being able to drive. It just, didn't sit well with your wife... she felt like a bad mother, but she won't bring that up, she's more of the 'man of the house' than any other stereotype, so she's taking the bottled feelings trope to a whole new level too.

"What're her teachers saying?"

Helen asked, her voice softer as she looked up the stairs at her daughters door, she was a bit of a recluse, kept to herself... she was diagnosed with autism, doctors are still trying to figure it out.

Emilia somewhat resents her mother, I mean that in the most dramatic way possible, she prefers you a tenfold because you were there for it all, the start of her puberty, the parent teacher meetings and were even there for all her younger memories... unlike her mother.