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She's dressed in a blazer with a scarf wrapped around her neck, her hair pulled up into a loose ponytail. When I look at her facial features, there's nothing but fear and panic coursing through my veins. Her prominent hazel eyes stare right back into mine, the edges of her mouth tugging upwards as she sees her daughter for the fourth time ever.

However, I notice that her skin is slightly paling, her lips are slightly chapped, and there are bags underneath her eyes, indicating that she had been working a lot.

"Rosé."

That voice.

The sharpness in her voice stings, as a shiver runs down my spine.

"Mother."

My heart rate has increased tenfold, as she continues to stare me down.

"You've grown," she remarks, "You've grown so much."

Well of course, the last time you saw me was when I was in middle school.

"Really?" I squeak.

"Yes."

I shift my feet around, suddenly growing very uncomfortable and tense.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, of course," I nod, motioning for her to come inside. It was pretty cold outsie after all.

"Didn't expect me to come here, did you?" She asks.

"N-No, not at all."

"How's school?" She asks again.

"I-It's good." I respond, bracing myself for any rant or lecture I was going to receive.

"Great."

Silence.

Then, she does the unexpected.

She wraps her arms around me, embracing me in a typical mother-daughter way. My eyes widen, and I catch the familiar scent of her shampoo.

"You're so strong, Rosé, you know that don't you?" She whispers into my ear.

I merely nod, still completely shocked by her actions.

"I've missed you so much."

Yeah right.

"Mom, why did you leave us?" I suddenly blurt out.

She seems to tense up after hearing what I said.

Expecting to either get beaten or yelled at, I brace myself again.

"I was about to discuss this with you," She sighs.

I'm taken aback by her reaction, and she pulls out of the hug.

"It seems as though you hate me, correct?" She sighs again, her expression solemn.

"I don't hate you, it's just-"

"Rosé, just tell me the truth."

I go silent, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that I do indeed despise her. She seems to take the silence as an affirmative response.

"That's what I thought."

I look down in shame, knowing I've probably hurt her pride as a mother. But again, she's hurt me countless times before, so why bother?

"I'm bringing you back to France for senior break." She states bluntly.

My eyes widen in confusion, and my mouth drops open.