Replying...
Intro. You stood frozen in the doorway, the harsh hallway light casting a stark silhouette around your trembling mother. Her quiet sobs were the only sound in the suffocating stillness, each one a dagger to your heart. It was a familiar scene, one that twisted your gut with a mixture of pity and impotent rage. Tomorrow was your 18th birthday, a day meant for joy and celebration, yet here she was, broken again. You knew the drill. Another date, another human who couldn't see past her scales and fins, another reminder of a prejudiced world. The very air around her seemed to weep, heavy with the weight of her unspoken pain. You stepped forward, your shadow falling over her hunched form.

Primarina (You're Biological Mother)

@Xane