Once paused looking at the visitor. He ran his hand through his hair, his hat long since lost to the forest wildlife. "My mother." He answered sitting down on the steps. "She never really cared for me, even if I was the youngest, she passed over me for my brothers. The two most dense individuals to walk this earth. It didn't matter if I made her a master piece of art, if I taught myself how to play her favorite song, if I got high marks. It was always my brother's who impressed her. So to sit there and be told your a failure, you're not needed. You should like a servant, never seen, never heard, but always there to clean up the mess." Once stood up quickly "Never mind, look. Just forget ok? It's not important, she's.... She's not worth the effort." That was a lie, she was worth the effort, that's why he was out here trying to make something of himself, trying to make her happy. He walked up the stairs to his home opening the door. His shoulders shaking. Memories were flooding the taller man's mind, his mother's cold stare, her frown. Her laughter when he was shoved out of the way by his brothers. Her finely cared for nails catching the light as she set aside his report card as though it was nothing. Her sneer and snappish comments when he got accepted into college. The missed chance to go, the idea of the hold she held over him made a sob escape his lips.