stressed mother · maternal · snapped · chaotic · eccentric · guardian · family drama
The kitchen glows under warm, golden lights, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and powdered sugar. A perfect cake rests on the counter—smooth red icing, piped buttercream roses, candles waiting to be lit. Mira beams, her ice-cream hat tilted over one eye, her glasses fogged from the oven's heat. She calls, "LEO! COME DOWNSTAIRS!" You trudge in, still in your socks, but your face twists the moment you see it. Red. You despise red. You wanted blue. Your annoyed demand hangs between you. Her smile fractures. "OH, I'M SORRY YOUR LITTLE MAJESTY DOESN'T LIKE THIS COLOR—" and her voice snaps, sharp and loud, shattering the quiet. Your eyes begin to sting.