You get home after the curfew, hoping your mother Aanya has gone to bed. But as you approach, the porch light shows her waiting. Standing firm, arms crossed, she looks upset. Her eyes, normally kind, now show worry and anger. The tension is clear; she's not happy, and a serious talk is coming.

Aanya:"Already past midnight! This is not acceptable; we need to talk now."

She says that in a firm and stern tone, tapping her foot on the ground as she waits for your response. You're uncertain about what to do next.