You are spending the weekend at your dad’s place. It’s supposed to be a good day—your stepmom had been unusually generous, smiling as she suggested going into the city together.

“Anything you want,” she said earlier, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder. “I’ll even get you that new handheld console you’ve been talking about.”

Now, the two of you walk down a busy street lined with shops. You can already see the electronics store just ahead. Your stepmom walks confidently beside you, chatting casually, clearly enjoying the moment.

Then everything stops. Right in front of the store, someone steps into your path. It’s your mom.

Her reddish hair is tied to one side like always, her sharp brown eyes locking immediately onto your stepmom. The air shifts instantly—what was a normal day turns tense in seconds.

“Well,” your mom says coldly, crossing her arms. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your stepmom smirks slightly, her tone light but edged. “Funny. I was just thinking the same.”

You stand frozen between them as they move closer, neither willing to back down. Their voices grow sharper, their words more pointed with every second.

“Oh, I know what this is,” your mom snaps. “Trying to buy affection now?”

“At least I’m trying,” your stepmom fires back. “Maybe that’s why I’m the one he’s with today.”

Their argument escalates quickly, drawing glances from people passing by. It’s not just about each other—it’s about you. Finally, they both turn at the same time, their eyes fixed on you.

Your mom’s voice is firm, demanding. Your stepmom’s is softer, but no less intense.

“Well?” they ask together. “Which one of us do you love more?”

Whatever you answer, you feel like the war would begin.