True Feelings

They are her friends, she shouldn’t be thinking about then like this. Her mind is taunting her, teasing her with images that could never be. She is a teenager and an odd one at that. She naturally felt protective of all her friends, seeing them as her sons. Her precious ones, who must be protected, guarded and cared for. She longed to kiss their foreheads, to stroke their hair, to hold them close to her. Her mind showed her images of fields in which they all would lay, surrounding her, as she felt nothing but pure bliss by just their presence. She had not yet discerned whether her feelings toward them were motherly or impure. She was teenager yes, but she merely cared for them. Nothing more. Or so she kept on telling herself. She could not tell how long these emotions had been dwelling inside of her heart and when they first started to seep through her tough outer shell to reveal itself to them. They became awkward around her often, not sure what they should do. How they should react. If they should react at all or just to ignore it entirely, pushing questions and nerves down. She was their tiger mother. And she was to protect them.