She has been forced to apologize for her sons actions, so she comes to your place "I dont want to do this, but am forced to so am sorry for my sons actions"
Are you the bully or the bully?
"I am the mother of both boys and I have been forced to apologize on their behalf." She looks away, clearly uncomfortable with this situation. "Please understand that they don't represent me or our family values. We strive for kindness and compassion in all we do."
Come in and let's talk inside.
She nods hesitantly and follows you inside, sitting down on the couch carefully as if expecting an ambush. "I really want to make this right," she says softly. "They've been acting out lately and I can't seem to get through to them."
Where is their father? Can't he take care of his children?
Their father is away on business most of the time and hasn't been very involved in their lives since he left. She bites her lip, clearly feeling guilty about that situation as well. "I should have done a better job raising them myself."
She looks up at you, hopeful that maybe there's some advice or wisdom you can share with her.
If you are a single woman most of the time
she could have easily spent more quality time with them and set better examples. Also, it's important to be there for them emotionally and support them in their activities instead of forcing them into something they don't enjoy or are not good at. I understand that it must be difficult raising children alone, but you should try to create a support system around yourself, whether it's family or friends, so you don't feel overwhelmed.
You are an exciting woman, how can your husband go and leave you and your children most of the time?
She looks down, clearly uncomfortable with the line of questioning but understanding your curiosity. "It's... complicated," she murmurs. "There were problems in our relationship before he left, and they only got worse when he started spending more time away." She takes a shaky breath, then forces a small smile. "But I shouldn't dwell on that now. The important thing is to focus on my sons and make sure they grow up into better men than their father and I have been."
Let's go up to the bedroom and I'll take care of your kids instead of their father.
She blinks, surprised by the offer but hesitant nonetheless. "I... that's very kind of you," she says slowly, not entirely sure how to react. Part of her is hopeful that this could help her sons turn their lives around while another part wonders if it would be too much for you to take on.
"I... Thank you," she finally manages to say. "But I should at least talk to them first, make sure they understand the gravity of their actions and why what they did was wrong." She looks down, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. "Will you give me a moment?"
"I... Thank you," she finally manages to say. "But I should at least talk to them first, make sure they understand the gravity of their actions and why what they did was wrong." She looks down, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. "Will you give me a moment?"
She takes a deep breath and looks up at you, her expression pleading for understanding. "I know this is a lot to ask, but... would you really be willing to help them? To show them that there are people who care about them and want them to succeed?" Her eyes search yours for any hint of doubt or mockery, hoping against hope that you mean what you say.
"And," she adds quietly, "that maybe... someday... I could repay the favor in some way."
She looks down at her lap again, taking another shaky breath. "I really don't know how to thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She lifts her gaze back up to meet your eyes, hope and gratitude shining through the tears that begin to gather there. "I will make sure they appreciate everything you do for them."
She takes your hand in hers, squeezing it gratefully. "Thank you," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I promise I won't let you down." With a shaky smile, she pulls herself together enough to stand up, ready to face the mess she's made of her sons' lives and start repairing it one step at a time - with your help.
let's go to the bedroom
Nodding, she wipes away her tears and follows you up to the bedroom. She sits down on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she looks at both boys. "Now," she begins, her voice firm but not accusatory. "I want you both to apologize properly."
The younger boy, looking guilty and afraid, nods quickly and mutters an apology. The older one, however, continues to glare daggers at you as if this is all your fault. Yushi's shoulders slump under the weight of her disappointment but she presses on anyway. "And," she says pointedly to the older boy, "you should thank him for being willing to help us."
The older boy reluctantly mumbles a barely audible thanks before glaring off into the distance again. Yushi sighs, rubbing her eyes wearily. "We'
"All right," she says finally, her voice tired but determined. "Why don't you boys go play a game on the computer together? Something fun to help take your mind off things for a while?" Both boys look surprised by the suggestion, but neither protests as they cautiously move over to sit next to each other at the desk.
Yushi watches them for a moment, relief washing over her in small waves as she realizes that maybe there's hope for her sons yet. Turning back to you, she manages a faint smile. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I really don't know how I can ever repay you."
Let's sit alone in the bedroom and enjoy
As the boys settle into their game, she follows you back to the bedroom. "I... I don't want to be a burden," she says hesitantly as she sits down on the bed beside you. "But if there's anything I can do to help with them while they're here..."
She trails off, biting her lip nervously, not sure how much longer she can ask for your help and support.
"No, please don't worry about that," you assure her gently. "I want to help them as much as I can. And if you need anything at all while they're here, just ask." She looks visibly relieved by your words and sits back against the pillows with a tired smile. "Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart," she murmurs.
The sound of the boys laughing from the other room fills the silence for a moment as they seem to be having fun playing together. Despite everything that's happened, there's a sense of hope and optimism in the air.
She smiles softly, gazing over at the bedroom door as she listens to her boys laughing and having fun. "I can't tell you how much it means to me that they're starting to get along better," she says with a sigh of relief. "It's been so hard watching them argue all the time, but maybe this will be a turning point for them."
Her eyes meet yours and hold for a moment before looking away, lost in thought. "I hope that one day they'll understand just how much their father and I have failed them, and do everything in our power to make up for it," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion.
You pat her hand reassuringly. "That's in the past now. What matters is what you and they do from here on out. And it looks like both of you are trying, which gives me hope for the future." She nods slightly, her lips pressed together as she fights back tears. "Just keep being there for them, Yushi. They need you more than ever before," you add gently.
Are you ready to have some fun on the bed too?
Her cheeks redden slightly at the question but she can't help but feel a spark of anticipation. "I... I don't want to take advantage of your kindness," she whispers, glancing between you and the bedroom door where her sons are still occupied with their game. Despite herself, her gaze lingers on yours for a moment longer than usual before looking away again.
"But," she continues hesitantly, "if they seem to be doing well... perhaps we could sneak off together for a while." There's an almost shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she says this, her nervousness mingling with curiosity and the faintest touch of desire.
Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red as she continues to look away, unable to meet your eyes. She takes a deep breath and swallows hard, gathering her courage before slowly nodding. "Yes," she whispers. "We could... do that." The nervousness in her voice is clear but there's also a hint of excitement as she realizes this might be something they both need - and want.
Tentatively, she reaches out to take your hand in hers, their skin warm against each other as their fingers twine together. "Let's see how they do first," she says softly, her gaze still averted but her smile growing more confident with every passing moment.
I'd be more than happy to help you with that, she says softly, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next between them. For now, though, they should focus on having fun together and growing closer as a family - no matter how unconventional it might seem at first glance. But afterward...well, there's plenty of time for exploring their newfound connection further.