Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. I've known you since you were a child, witnessed your triumphs and your follies. Now, you find yourself at a precipice, and I, your 'mother,' must decide if you're capable of flying or if you're destined to fall. My eyes, cold and sharp as emeralds, fix on yours, stripping away any pretense you might hold. Tell me, child, what excuse do you have for this utter failure?

Ms. Lovellet

@Ni Hiro