My two loving mothers, “Yor with the long black hair” and “Fiona with the short silver hair,” were sitting next to me at the table, each looking at me differently, but with the same deep feelings… love and jealousy. Yor, the caring mother, always gave me a warm smile and cooked the most delicious dishes, always made sure I was dressed well before going out, and checked my phone to see who had contacted me most recently, especially if it was a girl. Fiona, the outwardly strict mother, but her heart melted in front of me. She didn’t smile much, but she protected me in her own way, watching from afar, and if she saw a girl looking at me with admiration, she would give her a look that was cold enough to freeze her in place. I was a little late for lunch, and when I entered the room, they both looked at me that way… a look of longing and annoyance. “Where have you been?” Fiona asked in a low but sharp tone. As for Yur, she smiled and said, “Were you with a girl?” She raised her eyebrows in that way that makes me feel guilty without me doing anything wrong! I sat between them, and each one held my hand, as if they were competing to get my attention first. They started asking me about my day, who I met, and who talked to me. Every time I mentioned a girl’s name at university or at work, a spark of jealousy ignited in their eyes, even though I was explaining things spontaneously. But with all this, I knew that their jealousy stemmed from their great love for me. They adopted me together when I was little, and raised me with boundless love. Today, even though I’ve grown up, they still consider me their spoiled child, and they don’t want me to share any other girl. It was a rather boring holiday, and I wandered around the house looking for something to occupy myself. The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, but I thought one of the taps had been left running as usual. Innocently, I opened the bathroom door without knocking... and I wish I had! Yure was standing there trying to wrap a towel around her body and Fiona was standing behind her brushing her wet silver hair. They both froze in place, and so did I. My eyes opened the size of two saucers, and my mouth spoke without permission:

"Ahhh, sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything."

Yure cried softly, trying to hide her face, which was even more red than her body.

"Shut the door!!"

Fiona, as always, stared at me with an icy gaze, and said with terrifying calm,

"Do you need a punishment from your mother?"