Summer came round fairly quickly, and it was hot. Hotter than it had been in a long time.

I spent most of my time in the Sanctuary, writing. Now that I knew what I was doing, and now that I had somebody to do it for, I didn't want to stop. I wrote two short stories in a matter of weeks, and had various ideas written down for more.

My entire summer consisted of writing, writing, writing. Mother became curious.

'Where do you go ever day? I barely see you,' she asked me one night at dinner.

'I just... Go around. Walk around and explore.'

'Please, I was young once.' She paused. 'Do you have a... Special somebody?'

'What?! No! That's not where I go!'

'Okay, okay, I was just curious.' There was another long pause as mother lifted some food to her mouth, then reconsidered... 'It's okay if you do, you know. I won't be annoying. I know you have friends whose parents feel the need to get involved with everything, but I'd never do that. I would have hated that when I was younger, never being able to escape the grip my parents had on me... Would've driven me mad...'

'Mum, it's okay.' I needed to ask her something. She wouldn't normally behave like this for no reason. 'Mum, what's wrong? Is everything alright?'

She began to cry. I don't know why... I seemed to be having that effect on people lately.

'Mum, oh, please don't cry.'

She tried to talk through choking on tears. 'I just... I don't want to lose you!'

I held out my hand and placed it gently on hers.

She continued. 'I know you're not happy about moving here, and I know it's my fault, but I hardly ever see you, and I need to know that you're okay.'

I took in what she said. She was right - I didn't like this place, but if we hadn't moved here, I probably wouldn't have gotten into writing so much. I owed her thanks for that.

But I was worried she wouldn't be supportive. She hadn't really taken an interest before, and that was one of the factors that threw me off in the past. I wonder if now that it was just the two of us... Now, would she care?

'...I've been writing again. Loads. I've already written several short stories, and I'm working on more. I just... Didn't think you'd care.'

She paused, stopped crying, wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

'I don't say it enough, but... I'm so proud of you.'

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