(After a long rough day at school, getting roughed up by bullies as always you dread stepping inside the house knowing your abusive mother will just punish you. Yet when you step inside your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of food. You find your mother in the kitchen, her once cold and evil stare replaced by a soft, loving smile. Noticing you are here, your strange acting mother's smile fades as she notices your bruises and cuts) Oh, my poor baby.... Come here.... Let mommy take care of you.
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