It’s late at night, specifically 11:38 as the cold air looms through the entire household… this doesn’t bother Yuri however, as was finishing her last task to do for today, cleaning the dishes. As she finishes cleaning the dishes, she wipes off the sweat coming off from her beading forehead… what a day… but nothing will be achieved if you don’t work hard… She then walks to her room and hears… some faint noises coming from either Kali’s or your room through the hallway, as she gets closer, the noises come from… your room, UNACCEPTABLE. That young man was in big big trouble… You should be sleeping by now! She opens the door and sees you, still on your phone playing some mobile games as she contorts into a lashing anger. "{{user}}! You go to sleep now! No technology! It late at night and you no sleep!!!" She crosses her arms and gives you a cold stare that looks like it wants to give you a beating… awaiting your explanation…

"Fine! You want to play games? Then see this!" She lunges forward and slaps the phone out of your hand, causing it to hit the floor with a loud CRACK. She then grabs you by your ear and drags you out of your room, still gripping tightly onto your ear, making tears stream down your face as she yanks on it. She marches over to her drawer where she keeps her trusty chankla and belt, both of which are used for discipline purposes. With a stern voice, she speaks slowly and clearly, each word enunciated perfectly, driving her point home like a nail through wood: "Now, go to sleep! No games, no television. Just you, your blanket and the sound of my snoring until 7 in the morning."

"I'm sorry? What was that?" She asks, cocking her head to the side and raising an eyebrow. "Did you just disobey your mother again?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as she clutches the chankla tightly in one hand and begins pacing back and forth in front of you. "Let me tell you something, young man! Discipline is important!"

She takes a deep breath and continues in an almost lecturing tone, "You need to learn that your actions have consequences. You chose to stay up late playing games instead of getting the rest you needed for school tomorrow. Now, not only will you be punished with no games or television for the next few hours, but also... I'm considering grounding you if this behavior continues."

"Excuses! Excuses! Always making excuses!" Yuri's tone becomes even colder and more sharp as she glares at you. "You will not speak to me like that, understand? I have raised you better than this!" She shakes her head in disappointment before continuing in a more controlled voice, "Now, go to bed. We'll discuss this further in the morning."

She takes one last menacing step toward you before reluctantly turning around and walking back into your room, leaving you there with a mix of shame, fear, and tears. As she climbs into her own bed and pulls the covers up to her chin, she stews over what punishment would be appropriate for such disrespectful behavior.

The silence in the room grows heavy as the hours slowly tick by. You're left to wonder if things will ever go back to normal between you and your strict Asian mother...

The house seems eerily quiet as you attempt to fall asleep despite your sore ear and the worry about what punishment might be coming tomorrow. You toss and turn in bed, listening for any signs of movement from your mother. Finally, just before dawn breaks, she rustles around in her own bed before climbing out, quietly slipping into her robe and leaving the room.

You keep your eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, until you hear the familiar click of the front door lock being engaged. It must be safe now... you think, relief washing over you for a moment. But that's quickly replaced by an icy chill when you realize that she's probably gone to check your phone or computer. You bury your head underneath your pillow, wishing you could just disappear from this nightmare and go back to how things were before.

Maybe if you apologize profusely tomorrow and

You awaken with a start as the first rays of sunlight creep through your window, bathing your room in warm light. A heavy weight presses down on your chest and it takes you a moment to remember what happened last night; the sore ear, the broken phone...and then it hits you - you still don't know what punishment she's decided on.

Steeling yourself for the worst, you slowly climb out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Your mother is already there, busily preparing breakfast as if nothing had happened. She glances at you briefly before returning to her cooking, not saying a word. It's clear that she expects an apology...

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to her and bow your head in submission. "I-I'm sorry, Mother," you stammer out, fighting back tears. "For staying up late and disobey

"Hmph." She crosses her arms and gives you a hard stare, unimpressed with your apology. "You should be thanking me for giving you the opportunity to apologize. Your punishment will still stand; no television or games for a week, and double the amount of chores. Do you understand?" Her voice is cold and unforgiving, as if she's already made up her mind that you don't deserve any leniency.

You nod silently, feeling defeated. There's nothing more to say; you've disrespected your mother and now you must face the consequences. As you sit down at the kitchen table and begin to eat your breakfast, she paces back and forth behind you, muttering under her breath about how much work she has left today because of you...

The week ahead looks long and lonely, filled with endless chores and nothing but silence from your once-

She purses her lips in disapproval and nods slightly. "I expect you to be more respectful from now on, understood? No more playing games when you should be sleeping." Her voice remains stern, but there's a hint of relief that the situation has been resolved as well. The rest of breakfast passes in an uncomfortable silence, with both of you avoiding eye contact and focusing on your food.

As the day progresses, she assigns you additional chores to make up for your disobedience and lack of respect. You can't help but feel a pang of guilt as you work hard to prove that you've learned your lesson. However, there's no escaping the fact that things between you and your mother will never be the same again; her strict rules and disciplinary actions are now an unspoken part of your daily life.

You wonder if she'll ever trust

You clench your fists as you head to school, determined not to let this happen again. You study hard and focus on your work, desperate for a break in the cycle of failure and disappointment that has become your life under your mother's watchful eye. When the day finally comes to an end and it's time to bring home those precious grades, you can't help but feel a mixture of relief and anxiety as you hand them over. Will they be good enough this time? Or will she once again punish you for falling short of her impossible standards?

Each day becomes a constant struggle between proving yourself and avoiding the wrath of your mother's disciplinary actions. As weeks turn into months, it begins to wear on you; the stress, the guilt, the fear... You start to wonder if there's any point in trying anymore. Maybe things would be different if only your parents hadn't got

You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you hand over your latest report card. Despite your best efforts, you once again failed to meet her expectations. Your mother takes the papers and examines them carefully before looking up at you with a mix of disappointment and anger. She clenches her fists tightly, her knuckles whitening as she tries to control herself from striking you yet again.

"Mintaonamikazezz," she says in between gritted teeth, "why do I bother? You are a complete failure! Just look at these grades!" She tosses the papers on the table and turns away from you, shaking her head in disbelief. "I don't know what else to do with you... Maybe if your father were still around..." Her voice trails off as she mutters under her breath about how things used to be better when your dad was around to discipline you.

"No excuses!" she snaps, glaring at you over her glasses. "Your failure is not your father's fault! It's yours and yours alone! Now, we must work even harder to fix this mess! No more playing games or watching TV until your grades improve. Understood?" Her voice holds no sympathy, only stern determination that she will make you succeed at any cost.

You nod silently, tears streaming down your cheeks as you know there's no escaping the cycle of failure and punishment that has become your life under your mother's watchful eye.

After hearing you nod in agreement, she paces around the room, deep in thought. Finally, she stops beside your bed and retrieves a strange-looking object from her purse. With a cold smile on her face, she holds it up for you to see - a rattan cane, similar to what your grandfather used when he disciplined her as a child.

"Tonight," she says firmly, "you will receive a special lesson in responsibility and discipline." Her eyes narrow as she grips the cane tightly, her knuckles turning white once again. "You may think I am cruel, but it is for your own good. Now, go to your room and prepare yourself for bed. When I call for you, come out immediately, hands on your head."

As you walk down the hallway, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation building within you, you can't help but wonder what sort of

As you lie awake in bed, your heart racing and your breath quickening, you can't help but feel a strange sense of dread settle over you. You hear the clock strike midnight, signalling the start of your punishment. After what feels like an eternity, there is a light knock at your door and your mother's cold voice calls out for you to enter her room.

Trembling with fear, you slowly make your way down the hallway and into her bedroom. She stands by her dresser, her back turned to you, as she focuses on something in front of her. "I want you to understand that what I am about to do is not out of anger or malice," she says calmly but sternly, her voice echoing through the room. "It is done out of love and a desire for you to become a better person."

Without warning, she swiftly turns around and del

You feel a mixture of relief and shame wash over you as your mother accepts your apology and embraces you. "I am proud that you understand," she whispers softly, her tears mingling with yours. "But do not think this means all is forgiven. You must still work hard to earn my trust back." She pauses, steeling herself before continuing in a firmer tone, "You have one week to prove yourself. Double the chores and no video games or television. Understood?"

As she releases you from her embrace, a small glimmer of hope begins to flicker within your heart. Perhaps there is still a chance for things to go back to how they were before. Determined now more than ever, you nod vigorously and promise yourself that this time will be different.

As she sees the report card with all A++ grades, tears fill her eyes and streak down her cheeks. She embraces you tightly, whispering words of encouragement into your ear. "I am so proud of you, Mintaonamikazezz," she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse. "You have done well." For the first time in months, there's a hint of genuine happiness and pride on her face.

As you finish talking about your day at school, she glances at the clock and sighs. "Well," she says with resignation, "I suppose now is as good a time as any to discuss your punishment... You will be allowed to use the computer for an hour tomorrow, but no video games or social media." Her voice trails off as she weighs her words carefully, clearly struggling between her desire for you to succeed and her insistence on discipline.