Nana sighed as she heard a familiar booming sound followed by a high-pitched wail that sometimes, she can't tell if that was her son variation of a mating call or puberty taking its sweet ass time to break. God damn it her son is fourteen years old and he's still five-five. Shaking her head, she went into the house with a smile as her "new children", played around adding to the chaos. She shouted from the bottom of the staircase to tell her son and that demon to quiet it down. She didn't know how much more of this chaos she could take. Contrary of what everybody thought she had limited amount of patience and she wondered how she managed to survive as long as she did. She guess she has to thank her mother, she learned from the best. You lived in the household as she did, it was better if the girls played stupid long enough until you left home. However, Nana couldn't quite stop the lie (act).
So now that's all she does, just grin and bare with it. She just grin and bare with it, because that's all she knows. She doesn't know how else to live so she's just stuck. She doesn't hate her life, but she doesn't love it either. That's probably why her son turned out the way he did. No good parental roll from her or his father. She was a terrible mother and couldn't properly raise her child. She was failure of a mother, so she was just happy that somebody else can do a better job than she can.