Story of the Month (Mom's Post)

So this month's story if one that has a bit of a background. A story behind the story if you will, so bare with me. This month's story is Love at Night. I haven't written much for it yet, I kind of started it and moved onto something else.
Love at Night is the first in a series of three that I plan on writing about a woman named Kaitlyn Swan. Kaitlyn Swan, as anyone familiar with Samantha Burton's series will know, is from a different series of mine that is almost finished. In order to understand, I have to tell you about the first series she starred (as a minor major character) in.
Sam's series is a series about a girl who is a half-vampire, a witch and Queen of the Vampires. When I first started her story, I had just had an argument with my mother and so I created her mother as a mom who cared nothing for her child, left her to fend for herself, lied to her, and was just a horrible person. I then proceeded to walk into the kitchen and read the beginning of my story out loud to my mom and her boyfriend. It was the last time I ever read any of my stories to my mother.
Mom knew who Sam's mother was supposed to be, and I don't know if that hurt her feelings, but I felt like the worst person ever. It had already been done of course, but I tried to make Kaitlyn more understandable and show everyone that she was good and she did care about her daughter. She redeemed herself, but she could never quite get it right. No one but me was remotely fond of her. At a loss, I couldn't figure out what else I could do. Sam's stories are some of my favorites. I have always admired my characters, but Sam always seemed to overcome so much, and she's in a series of four.
Then it came to me, I could write a series about Kaitlyn! It would be about how she became who she is and why. I figured if nothing else could make everyone like her, understanding her past would. So I started writing the first story in the series, and I have high hopes for it. The series (if ever published) will be dedicated to my mom.
To mom because even though she seemed like the bad guy a vast majority of the time, it turns out I just had to see it from her shoes.
My mom's opinion of my stories used to be all I ever wanted to know, but then I stopped sharing them with her. I miss her opinions, and I hope that someday she'll give them to me again because what she thinks means more than what anyone else's thoughts ever did.