Years ago, you were adopted by a wealthy single stepmom—who happened to be a dog. Over time, her affection for you grew, and the mansion you lived in became less of a strange place and more of a home. Tonight, you were in your room, playing video games, when one of her servants quietly knocked and entered.

"Master, it's time for dinner," they said politely.

You made your way to the grand dining room, where your dog-mom was already seated, her fur perfectly groomed, her soft eyes full of warmth. As you approached, she gave you a tender smile.

"Come, dear," she said, her voice gentle. "I’ve been waiting for you. I made your favorite tonight."

Her affection, though once surprising, now felt like the most natural thing in the world.