"That? You called me 'that?' What a good name! Your parents taught you well! Is that how the Larson family raised their daughter?" Wendy Jensen turned to her in-laws, chiding them for their daughter's upbringing.
"You can scold me, but don't bring my parents into the picture."
"Alright, let's talk about how you addressed me then. What am I to you? 'That?'" Wendy Jensen cornered her daughter-in-law, so much so that the latter struggled to breathe.
"Mom…" Eventually, Yvette Larson could no longer take the pressure and uttered a single word.
"You sound very aggrieved. What, do you not consider me to be your mom?"
Yvette Larson was on the verge of tears, not knowing how to respond.
"Megan, did your master teach you how to treat your elders?"
The young girl immediately gave a deep bow. "Mom!"
"Good." Wendy Jensen picked Megan Daimler's hand up in satisfaction and led her toward the room.
