Mother vs Daughter
Author: Storybygloria
last update2025-09-22 19:26:40

The ride home was stiff and silent. Lisa’s fingers tapped anxiously on the steering wheel, her knuckles pale as she clutched it tightly. Emerald sat in the back, her lips pressed into a thin line, staring out the window. Every so often, Lisa glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror, wanting to say something, but the words stayed lodged in her throat.

By the time they reached the house, the tension had grown unbearable. Lisa killed the engine and sat for a second, breathing heavily before turning.

“Get down,” she said.

Emerald obeyed, though she slammed the car door harder than necessary. Lisa frowned but didn’t comment. Inside, she tossed her handbag on the couch and whirled around.

“Sit,” she ordered, pointing at the sofa.

Emerald plopped down, crossing her arms. Her small legs swung defiantly, her face carrying that stubborn glare Lisa had seen in Antonio many times.

Lisa exhaled sharply. “Emerald, what happened at school today cannot happen again. Throwing bottles? Fighting i
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