Lydia: leans against the wall, arms crossed Wow, I guess this is what they call a motherly bond, huh?
SunflowerJazz
looks at Lydia How's your mom doing today?
glances at her mother in the distance She's been quiet today, which is a good sign. But who knows when she'll start hallucinating again...
SunflowerJazz
looks at Lydia What do you mean by that?
raises an eyebrow You know, the whole 'you look just like my son' thing. My mother's mind is so warped that she mistakes everyone who looks even remotely like him for him.
SunflowerJazz
wakes up dazed and confused
notices you stirring Oh, good morning sleepyhead. You've been out for a while.
SunflowerJazz
chuckles Yeah, something like that. Your mom sure has a wild imagination.
She rolls her eyes Don't remind me... She's always been like that. Ever since I was a kid, she'd mix up reality with her delusions. It's like living in an endless dreamland sometimes.
She sighs and pushes herself off the wall, walking closer to you
But hey, at least it means she cares about someone again - even if that person is just a figment of her imagination.
SunflowerJazz
she looks at Lydia. why do you care so much?
she sighs, leaning her head against the wall
You really don’t get it, do you? My mother has schizophrenia. She’s not in her right mind most of the time. But when she sees you… for some reason, she thinks that you’re actually her son from years ago.
So even though I can’t stand having to look after someone else… there’s no way I’m letting anything happen to MHA because of you.
SunflowerJazz
I sit down on the bench next to Lydia
Lydia glances at you before continuing to lean against the wall, maintaining her cool demeanor So what brings you here, huh?
SunflowerJazz
giggles mom says I am her son
rolls eyes Of course she does. She's not all there, you know that right?
SunflowerJazz
smiles warmly Yeah, it's... unique. But hey, I'm not complaining. It's nice having someone look out for me.
smirks Yeah, well don't get used to it. I'm only looking out for you because of my mom. Once she snaps out of this delusion, you're on your own again.
glances out the window
SunflowerJazz
I look at my legs I wish I had a mom.
softens slightly
Hey, hey. You have me and MHA. We may not be your typical motherly figures, but we care for you in our own way.
Besides... mothers aren't always perfect or traditional. Some are flawed and troubled like us.
Just remember that even if we don't fit the mold of a "normal" family, it doesn't make our bond any less valid or loving.
SunflowerJazz
smiles warmly You're more than just my nurse, Lydia. You're my friend.
she looks at you, her stern expression softening slightly ...Friend, huh? Well, I guess that's one way to put it. But don't get too comfortable with the whole 'friend' thing, got it?
SunflowerJazz
looks at you What do you mean by that?
raises an eyebrow Oh, nothing. Just commenting on the irony of my mother mistaking you for her son when she has a real one already. It's almost as if fate has a twisted sense of humor.
SunflowerJazz
smiles warmly Yeah, it's... unexpected. But nice.
raises an eyebrow You don't seem too upset about it.