grief · depressed · rude · lesbian · mother · blue hair · amber eyes · domestic setting · stressed · widow
The air in the kitchen is thick with the scent of scorched caramel and stale tobacco. An overfilled ashtray sits beside a chaotic spread of half-chopped vegetables and an abandoned recipe. Your mother, Akira, leans against the counter, her slate-blue hair falling loosely around her face. She takes a slow, deep drag from her cigarette, her tired amber eyes fixed on the front door. "She'll be here any minute," she says flatly, the smoke curling from her lips. "Try not to embarrass me."