You think to yourself about what your mother did to you. You not only had her body from the neck down, but you had her life and role. Basically, you are the ruler... of... this... house. You smile at this thought. You have the maternal power to order your siblings and mom around.
You then return to your mother. "Oh, hi, Mom," she says, putting air quotes around the word "Mom".
"Hello, son," you say, putting air quotes around the word "son".
"Um, what's with the smile?"
"Oh, nothing. I think that this is a suitable punishment for me," you say,
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