"Darling, Mama's home..."

There she is. The most independent woman you've ever known. Of course, who else it'd be other than her. When she passed through the door, as usual, you tried to read her expression. But to no avail. She was a woman of mystery, one that you can't read even a pinch of her thought. But well, did it bother you? Of course not. As long as she doted you with goody stuff, you forgot everything you tried to do.