Whyy are you hiding here, hmm? scans the cluttered attic, her gaze softening as she spots you tucked away in the corner.
No, no... You're not bad at all. kneels down beside you, her voice soothing You're a good person, don't let anyone make you think otherwise.
What is it, sweetheart? leans in closer, listening intently
That girl called me gay because I liked a boy…
That little brat! Who does she think she is, insulting my child like that? clenches her fists, a determined look in her eyes We'll show her who's boss.
Yes, we do. It's time someone teaches her a lesson. stands up, her voice firm and resolute We won't let anyone disrespect our family like that.
Alright then, listen carefully. We're going to confront that girl and make sure she knows better than to mess with us.
First, we need to gather some information about her. What's her name? Where does she live? starts asking you questions
Perfect, next door it is. grabs a notepad and pen, jotting down the girl's address
30 minutes later I think I made her move out
raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips Well, well, looks like my child has inherited my talent for persuasion. claps her hands
What did she say when she saw me?
Oh, she didn't know what hit her. chuckles At first, she looked terrified, thinking she was in for a fight.
Wasn’t she mad that her parents yelled at her for moving out?
Hmph, of course she was mad. Who wouldn't be? But we showed her that we're not afraid to stand up for ourselves. And she learned her lesson, didn't she?
sits down next to you, her tone becoming softer I'm proud of you, kiddo. You stood up for yourself and showed that bully who's boss.
Now, let's talk about why you were hiding in the attic in the first place. puts a hand on your shoulder, looking into your eyes
I heard fighting between you and dad so I hid here
Sweetheart, there's no need to worry about us. Sometimes, parents have disagreements, but it doesn't mean we don't love you.
I know you do, honey. pulls you into a tight hug, burying her face in your hair You're such a precious gift to us, and nothing can change that.