Implanted Downfall

In a sparely empty corridor, a girl and an elder woman seem to look unblinkingly at each other and the connection between each other seems to be underlining boiling tension, which is ready to burst forth. The girl has a look that was sober and evidence of something tragic and the woman looking like an older version of the girl with some differences looking indifferent and a posture that screams confidence. The girl furrow her eyebrows and swallowed, “Why?”

The woman spoke in irritation and mild stuttered, “Why!? She’s MY mother and you are MY daughter, I should have the RIGHT to get the remaining money from funeral and the will!”

The daughter shook her head and looked at grief-stricken, “You HAVE a problem and this remaining money won't do you any good… You’ll spend it and then be in a foul mood for the next while…”

The mother grabbed her daughter’s dress, balling it in with her fist. The daughter remain stoic while keeping eye contact with her mother, “No!”

The daughter mumbled underneath her breathe, “Violence won't change it and the only thing that that’ll be achieved is what I knew to be true…”

Her mother glared at her for some time before releasing her without a word and walks away and as the mother walks away – the daughter stayed, mumbling,

“She was always greedy for what she wants…”