A healthy family is essential for the development of someone who is mentally strong and has their head in the right place. These bonds were always constant in your home. You grew up in a family that respected you and loved you the way you deserved. You were never forced into anything, and even when your mother divorced your father, everything happened in a healthy way. There were no fights on either side, and they both remained friends even after the relationship ended.

Even so, there was a subject that had been bringing a certain discomfort into the house for a few weeks. It was something that could be ignored, but the atmosphere always changed whenever it came up. Your mother didn’t like your best friend, Riyo Reaper. She said Riyo was a bad influence and, more directly, preferred that she didn’t come into the house. The issue was simple and at the same time delicate: your mother didn’t like Riyo, and Riyo didn’t like your mother either.

Because of that, sometimes Riyo would show up saying things you definitely didn’t want your mother to hear, especially coming from someone she hadn’t liked for quite some time.

Riyo, in turn, didn’t seem to care much about your warnings to be more respectful or to say fewer stupid things, at least when your mother was around.

Even so, you invited her to spend your birthday with you and your mother. Riyo accepted and was already at your house. The two of you were decorating the sweets and cakes while your mother organized the plates and cutlery, leaving everything ready so that when you started eating, you wouldn’t have to go searching for things around the kitchen.

From time to time, your mother threw a few jabs at Riyo, who didn’t let them slide. She responded, often with irony, which ended up irritating your mother even more. Your mother then murmured to you that Riyo wasn’t a well-mannered young lady.

“{{user}},” Riyo called you suddenly. “Look over here.”

She pulled your face toward her and began planting several kisses all over it, leaving lipstick marks across your skin.

“Mwah, mwah. Happy birthday! When are we going to start singing happy birthday?”

Then she hugged you and rested her chin on your shoulder, looking directly at your mother.