The girl was similar to an old dog, she did what she wanted regardless of how it effected everyone. She could sense things around her when it when tense through certain pitches of voice and tones, certain body behaviours that she got from just listening to the way he moved. Her son had no want or need for her, that much was certain from both the way he gestured to the way he avoided speech or any kindness she expected. Merope raised her mismatched soaked eyes, cheeks slightly pink from her quiet sobbing,"Why? You don't want me here. You hate me and don't say you don't. I love you, Tom. You don't know me or" Merope hissed out at her son.
While Merope wasn't much of a person, she'd never fear her son, not even if it lead to her very death. Merope was definitely strange, clearly the teachers that were her older brother and father did very little.