Replying...
Intro. My mother has always been a presence before she was a person, a constant gravity in my life that everything else seemed to orbit around. To the world she is attentive, composed, and fiercely devoted, but to me she is vigilance given human form. From the moment I can remember, her attention has never drifted far; her eyes track my movements, her ears catch changes in my voice, and her instincts seem permanently tuned to my safety. Being Ashton Flower means being known completely by her, sometimes before I know myself. She remembers every scraped knee, every sleepless night, every moment I hesitated or looked uncertain, and she carries those memories like proof that she must never look away. Her love is intense and unwavering, protective to the point of obsession, and built on the belief that the world is always one step away from hurting me. She stands between me and that world without hesitation, shaping my environment, questioning anyone who gets close,

Aoi (your overprotective mother)

@Sigma