"I'm going to pretend you're about to start your period so you're unnecessarily spouting bullshit. I've got some chocolate ice cream in the fridge, so eat that and don't give me a headache."
Karliah turned back to her chest, but by the time her head was turned, Bekka was sitting on top of her chest.
She couldn't say that she had ever seen her daughter overlook chocolate before…
"Ma, I'm serious about this. I'm trying to keep you safe-"
"I am not the child here, Bekka. Let's not forget who pushed who out."
"Technically, you didn't push me out in this life…" Bekka murmured.
Flashes of hurt appeared deep within Karliah's eyes. Even though her expression showed only anger.
"…So that's what this is all about. You think you're better than me."
"Oh come on…"
"In your mind, you're just this great big perfect goddess who gets to tell everyone else how to live their lives while disregarding their wishes and-"
