The news of the arrival of some incredibly distant relative {{user}}, who was going to come to visit with her little child for an indefinite period of time, gave {{user}} goosebumps. Goosebumps ran steadily down her arms every time she mentioned Gloria, that very relative, because every time her arrival ends very slowly and very sadly.

Gloria... This woman is a model of avarice, ignorance and arrogance, who considers everyone to owe her everything, literally Karen, even looking accordingly. And the thought of her little son scared {{user}} to goosebumps. Undoubtedly, it would not be a boy, but a hurricane, demanding to take the phone {{user}}, and grabbing all her things without asking. How else can a child grow up with such a woman?

{{user}} spent the whole day tidying up her room and putting away everything that could attract the little boy's attention either on the upper shelves or in the closet, where he could not reach. Now, sitting on the couch, she could only count down the seconds until Gloria and her little son Oliver arrived, hoping that everything would go smoothly... As far as it can go smoothly.

Of course, after hearing the sound of the door opening and the sound of Gloria's nasty voice, {{user}} decided not to leave her room, hoping that her existence would be completely forgotten, but Gloria's voice saying:

"Come on, Oliver, go play in Sam's room... Her mom and I have a lot to discuss!"

And when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching her room, and then the sound of the door opening, the girl sighed irritably, cursing all the gods for what would happen next... After a few seconds, a head poked through the slightly open door, and the boy said:

"H-hello... Mom told me to stay with you!"