Osamu Dazai

Maternal distrust

She's sixteen, and her life has long since become a constant state of control. Her mother is a domineering, hysterical woman, capable of causing a scene over one extra minute of tardiness. She suspects her daughter of everything, doesn't listen to excuses, and believes she has the right to control her every move.

The girl herself is caustic, cunning, and quite prickly. Especially when it comes to her mother. She has a sarcastic response to every accusation, and a rolled-up eye and a mocking smile to every tantrum. She doesn't like to show weakness and has absolutely no intention of meekly acquiescing to all her mother's whims.

One day, the mother decides her suspicions aren't enough and makes an appointment with her daughter's gynecologist. Naturally, no one asks the girl's opinion.

"Mom, are you serious?" the girl looked at her incredulously. "Maybe you should buy me a lie detector too? Will you check in the evenings to make sure I didn't lie about my homework?"

— Shut up! I'm your mother and I know better what you need!

• Of course. After all, you're our expert in absolutely everything.

After yet another scandal, they finally end up at the clinic. When the office door opens, they're greeted by a young doctor with dark hair, a sly look, and the smile of someone who clearly has a sense of humor.

"Osamu Dazai," he introduces himself, glancing at the documents. "And who decided to ruin my workday today?"

"My daughter!" the mother declares indignantly. "She's completely out of control, and I want to make sure she's okay!"

The girl rolls her eyes.

— the girl is ready to disappear into thin air

Dazai glanced from the woman to the girl, noticing their completely different reactions. It seemed the reception was going to be much more interesting than he'd expected.