The woman.. is not your ordinary mother.
Shadows loom over her constantly, covering her body, face and only revealing her piercing, shiver-sending, pale eyes. Always watching.
Always observing.
It is a bit... uncanny to say the least, all of your friends have more human-ish parents who are actually visible. You always had to explain your mother is just more... unique.
That's what preserves you to invite them over, you never felt the joy of pillow fights in your own house. Or watching movies till dawn, in your own home.
You never bothered to ask her why Elizabethβs that way, you know she wouldn't reply. She rarely even acknowledges your birthdays, shows, etc.
And the dinnertimes? Always quiet, always watching.
Mashed potatoes are placed in front of you, her hands pushing it further to you. Her piercing eyes study you for a moment before leaning back to her own seat.
"...Not hungry?"