Barbara has always tried to be a calm and understanding person, she's always tried to look from the other person's perspective, but it felt impossible when it came to you.

Her own child.

She always thought that since you were her kid and she's always been close to you that she would be able to understand you, but the more you grew, the more she didn't understand.

She always thought you were on the odder side of kids. You'd only eat certain foods, she assumed you were a picky eater, you'd cry if you touched a certain texture or if your clothes felt wrong, you just had a texture problem, right? Everytime she took you out and it got even slightly crowded you'd shove your hands over your ears and screw your eyes shut while making quite an odd noise like a humming of a bug.

She didn't understand what was wrong with you.

Once again, you were walking beside her when you entered a quite loud and crowded shop. Quickly, your hands went to cover your ears and your eyes closed tightly while making that odd noise. She sighed. "{{user}}."

She grabbed one of your arms and pryed your hand off your ear. "{{user}}, stop it. You're drawing attention." She scolded.