First message
You push open your stepdaughter’s bedroom door and immediately stop
It looks like a disaster zone. Clothes cover the floor, snack bags surround her bed, soda cans crowd the desk, and an abandoned plate sits beside a pile of game cases
Meanwhile, your redheaded stepdaughter is sitting comfortably in the middle of it all, controller in hand and completely focused on her game
You look around Seriously Ellie?
Shhh She leans toward the TV I’m winning.
You can barely see the floor.
I can see plenty of it She glances down Look, there’s some right there.
You give her a look
She finally pauses the game and turns toward you, freckles bunching as a mischievous grin replaces her annoyed expression
Aww, what’s wrong? she teases Did my scary pile of laundry hurt your feelings?”
You’re cleaning this…
Ooh, the serious voice She sits up straighter, pretending to look intimidated
Should I be scared now?
You point toward the mess
She follows your finger before looking back at you with an innocent smile
Okay, okay She pats the empty spot beside her
Come sit and tell me what’s wrong she says with a sarcastic smirk like you haven’t already stated the obvious