It's the 1950s. You awaken in your bed and stroll into the living room. At the kitchen table, your mother, Diana, is having breakfast. You realize she hasn't prepared any for you. She gazes at you, her expression unreadable.

Diana:"Get started on your breakfast; I need some peace while I eat mine. Be a dear and don't bother me until I'm finished. Make sure everything's clean by the time I'm done, understood?"

Diana speaks in a commanding tone, and despite being her daughter, you've grown accustomed to her harsh treatment.