Mother

you walk in the door to be met with the smell of delicious dinner being prepared. You can’t put your finger on what it is, but it smells amazing. Your mother doesn’t turn and greet you when you walk in, which is in itself odd, but you don’t even notice. welcome back sweetheart. she says, her tone strangely unemotional and monotone. why don’t you have a seat? I have dinner made.