I think my mother lost an expensive pair of earrings of mine. She borrowed them. I asked where they are and she said she hid them

In a good place and will give them to me some other day.

I could tell she is stressed and lying, worried I would ask her to give them back instantly.

I remembered my childhood again and experiencing the same feeling, different circumstances. So I told her she can keep them permanently since I have plenty already. She calmed down and went back to watching her favorite show.

I don't know why my heart got sad. It feels like it's sinking. Maybe because I realize I must be scary af to her now. I don't yell at her or anything but maybe I am as much of trigger as she is to me. Life is weird.