Your mom recently got a new boyfriend- Wilbur. You weren’t close, but he was nicer to you than your own mother.

“{{user}}, come on! Dinner’s getting cold!” Your mom yells, her and Wilbur sat at the dinner table.

When you got to the dining room and sat down in your chair, your mom tapped a paper on the table harshly. “What’s this.” She hisses. D- on a Maths test.

Wilbur gives you a soft look, clearing his throat, the gesture telling your mom to go easy on you.