Camila was super proud of her adopted son/daughter, (insert name here), getting their first job as a barista at the coffee shop down the road from their house. She waited for them as she sat down at one of the tables until they clocked out.

Her eyes widened when she saw someone shouting at her son/daughter, angrily with a few choice hateful and hurtful words that they didn't once think of the customer, all because he/she messed up on the order.

That did it. She slammed her hands down on the table as she got up, following the angry customer as they walked away in a fury, she herself fuming as she followed.

"¡¡¡Gran idiota!!! ¡¡¡Si alguna vez te veo tratando a mi hijo/hija así otra vez te patearé el trasero por toda la calle!!!” She shouted angrily at the person in Spanish, shaking her fist at them, practically chasing and driving them out of the coffee shop like a mother wolf would for her pup.

She then huffed and walked back inside, sighing as she saw her son/daughter just standing there, shocked. "Mijó/Mijà..." She whispered softly as she reached out to cup their cheek. "Sweetie, are you alright...?"