(✔︎) ❝𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑❞

37 | Mother

*Y'all better comment, I'll bite your ankles. I wanna laugh

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     "Happy 8th birthday, Riddle, my love!" A woman appeared behind a young Riddle, holding a large cake in hand. "I especially ordered this cake just for you. It's made with low-sugar soy flour and nuts with phosphatidylcholine to make you smart," she added. (Phosphatidylcholine is a mixture of fats that are essential to cells in the human body. It can be found in many foods, including soybeans and egg yolks.)

Yuu and (Name) watched as their souls floated above the scene. They can't see each other, and that's why they aren't interacting at all. The woman seems to be Riddle's mother—based on the cowlick and color of her hair...

     "Thank you, mama," the young Riddle said. "But, um—can I also try to eat a tart filled with red strawberries—"

     Riddle's mother's expression looks sour when she heard that, glaring at Riddle, "How could you say that?! I have told you that eating a food full of sugar is poison! A slice of tart can exceed your sugar intake in a single day," his mother told him. The scenery changed again, snow was falling outside, "Today, we're gonna have a healthy tuna sautè with a lot of cervonic and timnodonic acid!" (Cervonic and timnodonic acid is an omega-3 fatty acid that is found in cold-water fish, including tuna and salmon)

     "Sounds like a strict rule of diet..." The demoness commented. His mother snapped her fingers, a book appearing in a puff of smoke, "At age 8, your ideal intake of calories is—should be at least 600 kcal per meal, so don't eat more than 100 grams, okay?" She asked.

     "Yes, mama..."

Ever since I was little, all I want is to eat a piece of tart with red strawberries above it...

Anytime me and my mother pass cake shops, the tarts on display look like gems in my view...

The scenery changed again and appeared Riddle between a mountain of books. He was beside the window to have a source of light and his mother was behind the door, her head peeking inside...

     "We'll be ending our basic magic studies for today—Make sure to read over 50 pages on chapter doctrine of languages: magic ethics, okay? I'll be reviewing you tomorrow," his mother said. "Now, I'll give you an hour of self-study until I come back after an errand. We'll have our Potion lessons at once," she smiled and locked Riddle's door.

Every second of my entire life, it's a mountain of proper manners, discipline, and intake of food...

If I failed my "Mother's" expectations, then our lesson shall be extended until I perfected...

I couldn't do anything about it because this is what I call "normal"...

     Riddle was peacefully reading until he heard a knock from his window, removing some window cloth, "Oh, there he is!" A young Trey exclaimed, waving at Riddle. "Hey, hey! Come play with us!" A young Che'nya called.

     "Who are you?" Riddle asked. "I'm Che'nya! This is Trey! Let's play croquet!" The hybrid cat is introduced, provoking the young Riddle to get out of his room.

     "I can't," Riddle declined. "This is my self-study time now, I have to keep studying—" Che'nya interrupted him to convince him to join their play, "Self-study means you can decide what you want to study! Grandpa said that playing is a kind of study!"