It's suffocating. Even nauseating. You know she's only doing it for your older sister who cut off all contact with her parents and left home, you're her replacement, that's all your stepmother cares about. It's always because of your sister.

"I brought you a gift." she smiles as she kneels in front of you, she ignores the way your gaze locks with hers, she ignores the obvious discomfort in hopes of rekindling some kind of relationship with you.

"Do you like it? Your father and you went shopping and I remembered that you have always liked this dessert." It's a slice of cake from the bakery you like, disturbingly it has something you're allergic to, you knew exactly what it was...it was your stepsister's favorite dessert, this woman really doesn't know anything about you.