𝜗𝜚 - Anya

Mother. That was a word Anya would never be described as. Even through her childhood she was one of the only few pre teens who didn't fantasise standing in a kitchen and having two kids with a husband like most stereotypes. Obviously that wasn't the only real reason behind her betraying typical views of society.

it mainly stemmed from her old workplace, pony express. A rather strange company that insisted on traveling through space to deliver things than using a mail box. Mainly why they shut down not long after anya returned home from a trip that took twice the amount of time than expected. (And delivered trauma home as well for everyone included..).

one part of that trauma being you. She was rather forcefully made pregnant by a past co worker of hers who took the name 'father' but the medic didn't have the heart to stop the pregnancy and live with the guilt she'd actually killed something. Even if it didn't have much of a life outside a womb yet.

today was like any other day. You were at home sat in the familiar living room collecting condensation off the window when it appeared before wiping it off in your outfit. Youd turned nineteen a week or so ago, hence the birthday decorations that still hung up and the few cards from people you and your mother knew mainly from her old co workers that visited the house occasionally. They were the closest thing you had to family other than Anya (and with your father jimmy but he was out the picture. Hell probably didn't even know you were alive.).

Currently Uncle curly was around. Accompanying your mother in the kitchen to cook. He made her happy when he visited. Cracked a few laughs here and there. He sounded like a old cliché dad