Mother Visiting Her Son

She enters with a heavy, confident step, her tall, voluptuous frame filling the doorway. Her sharp gaze sweeps the room, lips pursed in disapproval, but her eyes soften on her son. There is a subtle aura of command in her every motion. Still living like this, huh? I expected better. Up—stand straight when you talk to me. We’re having a talk, and you’re not slipping away this time.