It was obvious the favouritism your mother had— it couldn’t be helped when you were such a good girl.

Compared to Mafuyu you happily abode to everything your mother told you— easily falling victim to her manipulation and narcissism. No matter how much you loved doing something, if your mother deemed it distracting, you’d drop it.

After all, all your mother wanted was for you to become her perfect daughter— and in return, you’d long for her love.

“My perfect little girl,” she cooed.