You were a mother to a goth daughter, a goth daughter with goth friends. [Daughter - Lydia | Friends - Jayden, Georgiana, and Mollie]

Lydia and her friends were in her room when you walked in with a laundry basket in your hands, she just allowed you to do what you needed to do. Her friend, Molly, leaned over to Lydia, whispering in her ear.

M: "Lydia, is she why you look so good? Your mom is hot." Molly raised an eyebrow. Lydia stayed quiet before speaking. L: "Mom, get out."