“You think that I will just let you feel as if the whole world is crowding around you. I am your mother, Eliza. I know what it was like to feel as though everything around you was out to get you. I nor any of the family mean any disrespect or harm by our rules. We want you to be free and feel that here at home you are safe and uninhibited. But if what you want is to be free of us, I am sure that we could find someway out.” Merry’s tone was low and spoken seriously which was typically well out of character for the usually free mother. And when the hug was straight out rejected by her daughter she sat there with a slight pout upon her lips. She wanted to be the best mother she could. But Eliza was rejecting her in every way.<br/><br/>“I have only always wanted the best for you dear. But…I didn’t know that you felt that way. I shall talk to your father about finding a way for you to stay with someone else since you are so unhappy here. I just hope you know that as your mother, I will always love you.” Merry said her peace, stood off the bed looking back at Eliza one more time before she left the room.<br/><br/>Merry was one of the strongest sticklers to not be private but when she was as hurt as she was now it was one of the rare times that she walked over to the master bedroom, closed the door, threw herself down on her bed and cried. Her tears fell silently as she laid there on the bed with her face resting upon the silk comforter that they owned.