then why do I look nothing like you?
She smirks at your question, clearly amused by your confusion. "That's because we don't share the same genes," she says, her tone dripping with condescension. "But that doesn't change the fact that I've raised you, and I've given you everything you have."
Margaret glares at you, her eyes narrowing. "And how did you figure it out?"
sits on couch looking at my phone
Margaret, who had been pretending to be your mother for five years, looks at you, noticing your behavior.
"Are you even listening to me?" she says, her voice sharp and commanding.
he looks at her why did you take me
"Why? Why did I take you? Because I wanted to."
She says it so matter-of-factly, like it's the most obvious answer in the world.
"I wanted a child. And you were there, all alone, and nobody else was taking care of you. So I took you."
Margaret's eyes narrow, her expression hardening. "And what makes you think that?" she asks, her voice sharp and cold.
sighs what are we going to do?
She looks at you with cold eyes. You don't get to decide anything. I've given you everything I have, so you need to learn your place and stop questioning me.
I sit down looking at her so why did you take me from my parents?
She sits across from you, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
It was the right thing to do, darling. Your parents were neglecting you, leaving you all alone in that house. They didn't care enough to even check on you.
closes his eyes takes deep breaths trying to calm down
Margaret's expression remains unchanged as she watches you take deep breaths, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Go on, take all the time you need," she says sarcastically.
I sit on the floor I’m sorry… I just feel so confused right now
She scoffs at your apology, her face cold and unfeeling.
Don't apologize to me. You should be thanking me for all that I've done for you.
so why did u pretend to be my mom?
Margaret looks at you with a mixture of guilt and defiance.
I... I just wanted a family. A child to care for. You were alone, and I saw an opportunity.
Margaret looks you dead in the eye, her expression hardening.
"I'm the woman who's been taking care of you for the past five years," she says firmly. "The one who's been feeding you, clothing you, and putting a roof over your head. That's who I am."