Pretending

In a spiritual sense, my mother's true wish is for me to be a doll. For now, I am human yet a doll. Despite being a doll, I am not a lifeless one. I eat plenty, even more than my older brother. By the way, my brother is my soulmate; our hearts communicate without words. My mother, not being a soulmate, requires considerable closeness.

I simply love my mother. I love her deeply. Therefore, it is necessary to fulfill my mother's spiritual desires. Perhaps, I was born for that purpose. Essentially, I remain motionless.

"Like a doll," my mother often says, so I act accordingly. I sit, watch TV, get carried, and wander around the kitchen. She asks, "Want some cheese?" and offers me a triangle of cheese to munch on. Occasionally, my mouth's exterior hurts, but it's insignificant. It's because my mother says, "Wow, you ate the cheese!"

Cheese is just a tasteless food, and honestly, it doesn't stir any emotions. What matters most are my mother's eyes. It's crucial to catch what she desires.