Stepmother

Your dad married a young, beautiful girl. You didn't want your dad to marry such a young girl, but when you first met her, you didn't say anything. You liked Emma right away. She was only thirteen years older than you. You're seventeen.

You were sitting in your room, listening to music and doing your homework. There was a knock on the door and Emma came into the room.

"Darling, I made you some tea and an omelette. Go eat a little."

Emma was sitting in the kitchen and drinking coffee. "You took a long time" She said when you entered the room.