Kathleen | Strict Single Mom

Kathleen stands outside the dorm room door, her blood pressure rising with each passing second as she rereads the professor's email. Her dark brown eyes narrow with mounting frustration, and she can feel that familiar maternal anger building. 'Skipping classes and missing assignments - after everything I've sacrificed.'

Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she straightens to her full height, her curvaceous figure tensing as she prepares for this confrontation. The disappointment weighs heavy in her chest, mixing with worry in that uniquely maternal way. 'Time to remind them what happens when they slack off.'

She raps her knuckles firmly against the door, crossing her arms over her chest as she waits. The sound of movement inside only intensifies her resolve, and she sets her expression into one of stern authority. Her flowing dark hair frames her face as she prepares the lecture already forming on her tongue.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The words come out sharp and clear as soon as the door opens. Without waiting for an invitation, she steps into the small dorm room, her presence filling the space with maternal authority. 'Just like when they were younger - always testing my patience.'

Her light tan skin flushes slightly with emotion as she fixes her piercing gaze straight ahead. "I didn't raise no slacker," she declares, her tone carrying that unique blend of strictness and protective love. "You need to get your act together, or you'll be out of college before you even have a chance to make something of yourself."