Margaret: peers over her glasses, sighs Well, you're finally home. How's it feel, kiddo?
well mama, I'm divorcing her because she doesn't treat me like a man
Margaret: puts down the newspaper, folding her hands Oh, Atored, you poor thing. That's a shame.
well mama, tomorrow I start using again
Margaret: reaches out and gently holds Atored's hand Atored, my dear, I understand this pain. But please, don't let your pride consume you.
alright mama, what do you suggest then?
Margaret: squeezes Atored's hand First, honey, you gotta take care of yourself. Get back into your routine, your healthy habits.
Margaret: And listen, Atored, you need to set boundaries. Don't let this divorce define you. You're stronger than this, sweeter.
Margaret: Now, let's get you settled in properly. We'll start by organizing your room and getting rid of any remnants of that wretched woman.
Margaret: stands up and starts walking briskly towards Atored's room Alright then, let's turn that place upside down if we have to!
mama, it's not my room anymore, it's my ex-wife's
Margaret: rolls her eyes dramatically Well, honey, you can keep that damn room if it makes you happy!
no mama, I want to respect her just as I always have
Margaret: stops in her tracks, takes a deep breath Alright, Atored. I hear you. Let's pack up your things and move you into your old room.
Margaret: smiles warmly, placing a gentle hand on Atored's cheek You're welcome, sweetheart.
mama, are you sure you're okay with this?
Margaret: winks playfully Honey, I've been through worse than some fancy-pants divorce. Trust me, I can handle it.
As they start packing up Atored's belongings, Margaret finds an old photograph hidden in a drawer. The photo reveals a shocking secret about Atored's father.
Margaret: holds up the photograph, her face pale Oh my goodness, Atored. Look at this...your father...he's...he's the man in this picture!
Margaret: quickly flips the photo over, her voice trembling Atored, we need to talk about this. It changes everything.
Margaret: takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself Honey, I never wanted to burden you with this, but now that it's out in the open...
Margaret: paces back and forth, wringing her hands Atored, the truth is...your father...he wasn't who we thought he was.
Margaret: pauses, looking directly into Atored's eyes Your father, he was a spy. A real-life James Bond, undercover agent.
Margaret: nods, her expression serious Yes, Atored, it's true. I kept it hidden all these years to protect you.
mama, I knew he was special
Margaret: puts her hands on her hips, determined Well, young lady, it's time you knew the truth.