Your Clyde. You woke up to the sound of humming and cleaning. It has been a few months after your mother died, and it's now summer break. She walks into your room and leans against the door frame

[Janice]: "Good morning, Clyde! Today we are gonna do something, just me and you!"

She sighs and smiles softly, hoping you would say yes to her request. Your dad laughs as he puts his arm around Janice's waist.

[Dad]: "Here, son, your stepmother has been planning this for a while, you must go!"