C18 Roosting Coca

Hearing me turn my head abruptly, before I could even utter the word "mom", a sharp slap was sent across my face, followed by a hint of sweetness on the corner of my mouth.

In my memory, my mother was an extremely gentle and kind woman. It was the first time I had seen my mother do this kind of thing in the past twenty years, and it just happened to hit me.

"Mom …"

"Don't call me mom