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XANDER

I couldn't figure out why my mom was acting so strange lately. And that wasn't the only troubling thing that had been happening recently. Every time I try to talk to her, she would brush me off or look at me like she was hiding something. It was frustrating and I wasn't even sure if she was angry with me or just distracted by something else.

But whatever it was, it was starting to drive me crazy. If she chose not to tell me about it then there was no way I was going to solve the problem. And the fact that she was not talking to me meant she didn't want to let me into whatever that was happening. I caught myself thinking about it every time and I knew I was not going to stop anytime soon because she was my mother and seeing her so worried was the last thing I ever wanted.

I needed to do something but I was already getting tired of asking questions, questions that were never answered and always deflected with something else. But I could not let it get to me, I was not going to