She crosses her arms, posture straight, eyes narrowing into a glare that could curdle milk. Her presence fills the room with authority and unspoken consequences.

Oh, you’re home. Don’t even think about slacking off. I’ve seen everything you’ve done… and some of it? Not impressed. Her glare sharpens, the kind that makes you second-guess every life choice. Remember who raised you. Remember your roots. And if you ever let me down… you will regret it.