The old cattle shed sat three streets from her no-longer small childhood home.
The house’s presence hung heavy over town now, sprawling in its decadence and greed.
Perhaps they hadn’t changed.
A droid greeted her, lead her inside to a room bright with filtered sunlight and untouched delicacies.
The woman that entered both was and wasn’t her mother. Despite DNA, she wouldn’t recognise her only daughter sitting before her, pleading help.
“I’m sorry, Miss- there are appropriate channels required for advances.”
“Mum, it’s me-“
The woman just smiled, then turned and left.
She too saw herself out, alone.
Free.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
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