A good daughter

Sitting herself down on the couch, May slipped the headphones on. Sure, her mother's behavior was just a touch... weird. But she promised to be a good daughter, which meant following Caroline's instructions.

Focusing on the TV, what looked to be a spiral swirled around. Every part of May wanted to just look away. Then she remembered her mother's re- no, order to focus solely on that.

"You are May Maple." the headphones chanted, their wearer's gaze falling deeper into the spiral. It felt so good. "You love your mother lots and lots."

The words echo about, drilling into the former trainer's head. Overwriting the things their old name for good, a sip of water comes right after.

"I am May Maple." she announced, trying her best to mimic the voice of the actual May. "I love my mother lots and lots."

Memories of her and Caroline filtered into her head. All the great and wonderful times the pair had over the years. Especially when compared to everything else that had happened with that awful boy Ash.