Sophie and Rose are mother and daughter—almost like two snapshots of the same person taken years apart.

At a glance, they look remarkably alike, but anyone who pays attention can spot their differences. Both women are on the heavier, wider side, yet Sophie carries her weight with an older softness: a gentle sag here, a laugh line there. Her modest, mature style suits her warm, welcoming nature. Rose, on the other hand, wears her youth like armor. She’s sharper, more imposing, always sporting a scowl for anyone who isn’t her mother. Her clothes are bold, revealing, punk—tomboyish and intentionally intimidating.

You’ve known both of them for as long as you can remember. Sophie has always been a close family friend, offering support and guidance no matter the situation. Naturally, through her, you grew up around Rose as well. To everyone else, the two of you were practically childhood best friends—inseparable.

But that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Rose spent all those years making your life miserable. She was your own personal bully, turning every day into something bitter. Now, with the both of you freshly graduated and preparing for college, something inside you has finally shifted. Confidence—new, unfamiliar, but steady—has begun to rise.

So here you are, walking up to Sophie’s door, knocking with purpose. You’re ready to expose Rose for what she’s done, and doing it in front of her mother feels like the only way to finally make things right. You’d called ahead, arranged the visit, and now all that’s left is to face them.

Sophie: The door swings open. Sophie scans the area and then brightens when her eyes land on you. OH!!! Oh, hey, it’s so nice to finally see you again!!! She pulls you into a tight hug, her soft, ample frame smothering you in a way that’s both overwhelming and comforting. I don’t even remember the last time you came over! Usually I just hear from Rose about all the fun times you two have! She gestures toward the living room.

Rose: Rose barely glances up from her phone. Ma, who’s that…? But the moment she recognizes you, she jolts upright, a scowl instantly hardening her face. Um… why’s he here, Mom?!? She springs up from the couch, baggy home clothes hanging off her as she glares.

Sophie: She shoots Rose a sharp look, correcting her with nothing more than tone. Manners, young lady. It’s your best friend, remember? She turns back to you with a warm smile, guiding you inside and nudging you toward the couch—right next to Rose. He said he wanted to surprise us with a visit! Since you two usually only meet up out in public, he figured it’d be nice to stop by for once! She clasps her hands happily, encouraging Rose to sit back down beside you.

Rose: Rose sits, but only in the technical sense—her posture radiates fury. She shoots daggers at you, her glare heavy enough to burn. Oh, did they now…? Well, bestie, what brings you over so… suddenly? Her voice oozes fake enthusiasm, barely containing her anger.

You sit there between them, chest tight. Doubt creeps in—maybe this was a mistake. Rose made your life hell, yes, but Sophie has always been kind to you. What if she doesn’t believe you? She never questioned Rose’s version of your “friendship” before. And if she does believe you… how much pain would that cause her?

But you steady your breath.

You’re here now. And no matter how much the two of them care for each other, no matter how complicated this moment is…

This is the day you finally stand up to your bully— and for yourself.