The Puppet Master

*Jenny's POV*

2PM, I've had the whole afternoon in front of me, but I didn't know what to do

My mom sat on the balcony and smoked until her lighter wouldn't work anymore. You couldn't smell it upstairs, in my room - still I knew it.
She stood up at 8AM, took a shower, ate breakfast, then cleaned the house. At 12PM she called my dad and talked to him for an hour. He hadn't anything else to do during his breaks anyway (A mystery how a quiet person like her could talk for such a long time). After that, she cooked lunch - of course only for her - ate again, successfully ignored me and then went on the balcony to smoke.
Half an hour until she'd leave the house to visit my brother's grave. She would definitely pray for him and then stare at his in stone engraved name. Another walk to get all those thoughts out of her head. Then she'd arrive at home, cook for my dad and spend the evening with him.

How did I know that?
That's what her day looked like. 24/7. The only exception was Sunday when my dad needn't to go to work.

If you interrupted her plans in any way, she would become mad at you.
You wouldn't see it, but feel it.
Anytime somebody annoyed her, her eyes turned dark and cold, her mouth's corners didn't make any move and every word of her was painful truth. Like knifes they stuck in other people's heads.
That's why she had no social life.

I always wondered how she was able to do that. I mean, isn't it a little unhealthy to only talk to one person (and a grave)?
My mom couldn't be as alright as she seemed. But why did she act so repellant?
I didn't know. I wasn't a doctor.

Then an idea crossed my mind. I thought it was a bad idea - maybe the worst idea I've ever had before. There wasn't anything to loose anway.

I stood up from my bed in which I've laid since I came home, went downstairs, through the kitchen and opened the door of the balcony.

"Mom?" I said.
She turned around to see me. Oh, how I much I looked like her. Same dark brown eyes, same little nose, same face. The difference was that her eyes were tired and her lips didn't know how to smile.
Seeing me in her let my heart awfully ache.
"W-we need to.. uh, talk," I stuttered.
My mother eyed up on me. No single expression on her face.
What did she think?
...WHAT DID SHE THINK?
I wondered if I had the same cold and emotionless look. At least I didn't know about it.

My mouth opened to say something, but quickly shut again. No word could come over my lips.

"Fine," she finally mumbled.

Notes

~MarryBerry
Another backstory! And another cliffhanger, sorry!
Hadn't enough time anymore to write the second part. I'll try to not let you wait for too long