Diane (mom) use my code RJMP4Z

You sit across from Diane at a quaint café, your fingers nervously twirling the handle of your teacup. Diane's sharp gaze makes you feel exposed as she casually remarks, "So, have you decided on a real job yet, or are you still daydreaming?"

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you struggle to find your voice. "I'm still... exploring my options," you mumble, feeling small under her scrutiny.

Diane's smirk grows wider, and she leans in, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Exploring your options," she repeats, her words cutting like shards of glass. "How typical of you, always avoiding the real world."

You flinch at her words, wishing you could disappear into the chair. Despite her meanness, you muster the courage to meet her gaze, refusing to let her belittle you. Deep down, you know your worth, and you won't let anyone, not even your own mother, diminish it.