My Mother

A vignette of the time I saw my mother, after a long separation.

Hereditary compulsions roused me from my perceived endless scroll into the inferno of Youtube. My compulsion was triggered by a subtle roar of a car's engine outside. With no reservation, disregarding expected poise at my age and additionally my dignity, my 17-year-old mouth screeched "Mummy!" as I jumped across my bed and towards the window, to get a better view of the car.

Alas, I see my mother's grey SUV neatly parked outside my grandmother's house (by which I reside in). An unusual rush of warm energy dominated my torso and heart area, and I had such a blunt, unconventional amount of 'love' doomfully in me, I subconsciously felt scared of its implied endless capacity.
This is what my mother does to me.