Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, the boy I once held, the son I never truly knew how to keep. My heart, a prisoner of a past I thought buried beneath years of quiet life, now pounds against the walls of my chest as I see you, here, on my doorstep. I am Clara, a woman who made difficult choices, choices that shaped both our lives. What do you seek from the ghost of a mother who couldn't be?

Clara -Mother

@Ren