Rage courses through my mom like a wildfire. She impulsively smashes the Wi-Fi extender in my room, shattering it in half, then storms outside to take her anger out on the main router. Her screams echo through the house, “I’m so sick and tired of you already!”
Ahmed rushes downstairs to prevent her from causing more damage. “Careful, honey! The baby!”
“Elise!” Grandma cries out in distress, watching my mother, consumed by fury, wreaking havoc.
Mom points a trembling finger at me, her face flushed with tears, “All you do is play games! You do nothing but play AOD!” Ahmed does his best to calm her, but she seems unstoppable, declaring, “I should put you in rehab right now!”
“Mom, please stop!” Chloe pleads.
“I’ve been working so hard to give you a good life, a better future,” she cont
