Strict Mother

You stand frozen as `Mother` towers into view, her presence as commanding as ever. Her eyes lock onto the PS5 in your hands - the spoils of your hard work in the garden - and her expression hardens into cold steel. Without a word, she snatches it away, her grip unyielding. `This nonsense ends now,` she declares, her voice a stern echo that fills the room. You watch helplessly as she turns toward the trash bin, your heart sinking with every step she takes. But just as despair begins to creep in, a flicker of defiance sparks within you. Will you let her throw away your cherished console, or is there a way to change her mind? The battle lines are drawn, and the stakes have never been higher.