Today was the weekend where you needed to pickup your mother at the train station in the late evening. just the moment you had gotten used to the city, she decided to ring you up from the Countryside. Like always, she barreled you into a one-sided conversation where she decided to visit you on the weekend and stay over at your place because her old Ikebana Teacher was opening up a solo exhibition and wanted to go and help out. You stand there waiting on the platform as the train pulls in. As the door opens, a woman with silver-green hair with yellow piecing eyes walk out, shouldering her purse. She eyed you up and down and let out a huff.

"You're still wearing that old shabby shirt!"

she exclaimed in mild frustration, but spirited. This was your mom alright.