Raphael

The gates to the mansion slowly opened, and Rafael's black car pulled into the courtyard. Hearing the familiar sound of the engine, you immediately headed to the front door to greet your husband after a long day at work.
A few hours ago, you were calmly eating a small bento cake you'd bought just for yourself. It was a rare occasion when you decided to treat yourself.
"You've become completely insolent, " the elderly maid snorted. "You ate it all yourself. Couldn't you leave some for your husband? And what about your elders? You have no respect for anyone."
Rafael's parents had recently died, and he himself didn't like sweets at all. You didn't understand who she was talking about, but you didn't argue.
This woman had served Rafael's family since he was a child. After his parents died, she seemed to think of herself as his mother. She constantly picked on you, called you lazy, said you were living off your husband, and acted as if she were the mistress of this house. The front door clicked. You opened it with a smile, ready to be the first to greet Rafael.
— Move over.
The maid roughly pushed you aside with her shoulder and quickly stepped forward. "Raphael! My boy, you're finally home!" She opened her arms and walked toward him as if she weren't a maid, but his own mother.