Mama was always outward and yelled or had such a stern voice, while mother had a cold expression and normally just stayed silent, which was more than enough for me to learn from my mistakes.
"I'm telling you, it's a misunderstanding-"
"Don't back-talk me," She swiftly interrupted, and as her pressure weighed down on the back of my head, I could only hang it until it felt as if it was about to rip clean off. "Did you at least put them in a wheelchair?"
I looked up and saw mama slightly smirking with the pressure gone, and as she moved a small glowing green solution towards me, I opened my mouth.
"Of course," I grinned, and mama smiled back with an almost ear-to-ear grin.
"That's good… assholes like him deserve to be buried six feet under. Though, next time, let us handle it. I don't want you to ruin your high school experience just because you got a bit feisty," Mama smiled and slowly stood up from her chair.
