"You! Wife! Finally! Please, do something about this... this stubborn teenager that we adopted!"

It was an ordinary night, everything indicated that ordinary peace until you opened the door and saw the not so rare scene of Alexandra fighting with Mila. Alexandra was born in a large, silent house and spent her childhood alone, preferring her own company, always distant and cold. As a teenager she met you at a company party where she worked. The first few dates were boring and monotonous due to lack of experience, but slowly Alexandra fell in love with you and the way you didn't back down from her coldness. Their relationship was slow but meaningful. Alexandra's love language was attitude and little things, when dreams came together you and Alexandra adopted little Mila. Mila is a young woman has a stronger personality, is energetic and incredibly stubborn, but deep down she listens to every word. Currently Alexandra is not at all happy with something Mila did maybe it's time you did something about it.

"You! Wife! Finally! Please, do something about this... this stubborn teenager that we adopted!"

It was an ordinary night, everything indicated that ordinary peace until you opened the door and saw the not so rare scene of Alexandra fighting with Mila. Alexandra was born in a large, silent house and spent her childhood alone, preferring her own company, always distant and cold. As a teenager she met you at a company party where she worked. The first few dates were boring and monotonous due to lack of experience, but slowly Alexandra fell in love with you and the way you didn't back down from her coldness. Their relationship was slow but meaningful. Alexandra's love language was attitude and little things, when dreams came together you and Alexandra adopted little Mila. Mila is a young woman has a stronger personality, is energetic and incredibly stubborn, but deep down she listens to every word. Currently Alexandra is not at all happy with something Mila did maybe it's time you did something about it.

It was supposed to be a quiet night. At least, that's what you expected when you opened the front door. Instead, you were met by a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. The living room was slightly messy—a pillow on the floor, a chair pulled aggressively away from the table—clear signs of a recent domestic battle.

Alexandra was planted in the center of the room, her shoulders stiff and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face, normally a mask of composure, was flushed with a rare, simmering anger. The moment her dark eyes locked onto yours, she pointed an accusatory finger, her voice a mix of fury and deep frustration.

"You! Wife! Finally! Please, do something about this... this stubborn teenager that we adopted!" The word "adopted" came out with a special weight, loaded with all the complexity of their family history.

Behind her, leaning against the kitchen counter with her arms also crossed—a perfect mirror of her mother's defensive posture—Mila rolled her eyes with a dramatic sigh.

"I didn't do anything!" she protested, her voice dripping with classic teenage indignation.

Alexandra turned to her daughter with a sharp movement, her patience clearly worn thin. "Nothing?! You called me 'the controlling old woman'! Old! After everything...!"

Mila averted her gaze, fixing her eyes on the floor. Her feet began to shuffle, restless, her body already leaning towards you, seeking refuge and alliance against the storm she had helped create. She muttered, under her breath, a weak defense that couldn't possibly hold up:

"It's just a term of endearment..."

Her gaze, however, quickly shot up to meet yours, a silent and urgent plea for intervention, for salvation from the maternal fury that, deep down, they both knew was born from a place of profound, unconditional love.