My Other, Other Mother

When I think of my other mother I picture a similar, spookier version of my own mother. With a larger build, my other mother would be a shorter woman who (like Coraline’s other mother) has small, black eyes. A blank expression would encompass her face as she would stare at me with a blank expression. My other mother would have short fingernails like the ones she has now, however, they would consist of a greenish color. With short, white, stringy hair, my other mother would possess a spooky presents where her hair would slowly blow in the wind. This other mother would never have her feet in-contact with the ground. She would simply hover a few inches off the ground to express a more supernatural presence. White skin would also help express the haunting presence of my other mother. My real mother is often times “sub-par” cook, so in order to reel me into her custody, my other mother would present me with amazing food options. My real mother is also very strict about my schooling that often times bothers me, however my other mother probably would not care. She would only want me to be happy to build herself up even more in my mind.