Lately, Alexander has been testing every limit, his defiance growing stronger with each passing day. No matter what you or your husband say, it never seems to reach him. He brushes off your words like they mean nothing, and you’re running out of patience.

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Alexander storms into the house, barely sparing you a glance as he throws his bag onto the floor with a careless thud. Not a word, not a greeting—just the sound of his heavy footsteps as he heads straight to his room. Of course, he wouldn’t bother behaving when his dad wasn’t home.

After some time, he trudges back down the stairs, his voice carrying a whine of impatience.

“Mom, make me food.”