Persilla hummed as she made herself some tea, honey tea to be exact. You huffed, crossing your arms.
"You know honey," you winced at the nickname she gave you. "If you tried it, you might like it~!"
you shook your head defiantly, "no way; I hate honey."
She gasped and placed a clawed hand on her chest as if you critically wounded her. "H-how could any child of mine possibly hate honey!? Impossebru!¨ she fainted dramatically.
You rolled your (b/c) eyes heavenward and shook your head again. "I might still like it if everything you made didn't have honey in it." you argued.
"If you got off of your ass and made your own food, you wouldn't have to eat it." she countered, hands on her curvy hips. You huffed but knew she was right. "Anyway, is it that bad to want to spend some quality time with my (son/daughter)?" she asked and sighed.
"I'm not even your actual kid!" you stated thoughtlessly in passing until realizing what you said and felt immediate guilt. Your mom was bipolar, she rarely got mad but she got depressed very easily. True to your guess, her eyes filled with yellow-tinted tears and she took off her hair set to hide her face in her black hair.
"I know, and I'm sorry I'm not the mom you wanted or deserve... but I've tried my best haven't I?" she asked weakly, her voice shook in grief.
You immediately moved her bangs out of her pretty face and you knew she was worrying on whether or not you even saw her as your mother for a long time, her eyes had bags indicating lack of rest and stress, her skin was pale and her gold veins were showing around her eyes. She saved you from the black market as a grub, worked hard every day- sometimes up to twelve hours to support you and took you in as her own only for you to hurt her so much.
"No mamma, mommy don't cry!" you pleaded weakly.
She apologized repeatedly and rubbed away the still-flowing tears on her face, hiccuping slightly as her shoulders shook. You both sat on the floor, you hugging her as she clung to you. This woman had given up almost everything for you and to think of how you'd been treating her made you sick.
Most trolls your age had to cook their own food, but she did it because she wanted to. She was a "cool" mom; always playing games with you and fixing your electronics when you broke them, made food for you and tried to be involved in your life and you couldn't even shut up and choke down a cup of tea for her? You made her cry just because she was trying to find some common ground to bond over?
You both sat at the table and you poured two cups of honeyed tea.
"I thought you didn't like honey?" she blinked her swollen eyes in confusion as you grinned.
"What are you talking about? I love honey!"
