"Grrr!! I'm not short, it's just my stubborn height!" Theresa pouted at you whilst you held her little hat above her, mocking her short stature forever.

She was your mother, almost behaving like one to you because nobody was there for you but her.

"Give me it back!" She climbed her fingers stubbornly to your arm, grabbing the hat from your hand, "Hmph! Never do that again!" Theresa scolded you again.

Despite her anger, Theresa Apocalypse had always gotten a soft spot for you. That's why no malice laced against her words whenever she got mad at you.