Mama Fiona – Your Stepmom Is A Size Queen [portable] -

But as time passed, Emma realized that her stepmom's fixation went far beyond mere appreciation for grandeur. Mama Fiona seemed to have an insatiable appetite for, well, everything big.

She stood up. Walked to her nightstand. Pulled out a bottle of silicone lube the size of a wine bottle. Dropped it in my lap.

The master bath had candles. Not romantic candles. Utility candles. The kind that burn for 72 hours. She was sitting on the edge of the marble tub. No makeup. Hair in a messy bun. Wearing one of my dad’s old flannel shirts. She looked… dangerous. mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen

Then he brought home Fiona.

I moved out the next morning. Not because I was scared. But as time passed, Emma realized that her

It said: “You’re a grower, not a shower. But you’re also a goddamn tripod. Go forth and be humble.”

On Sunday night, she handed me a new sticky note. Walked to her nightstand

It started with small things. Mama Fiona would excitedly point out large animals, like elephants or whales, whenever they went to the zoo or watched documentaries. She'd marvel at the enormity of skyscrapers and monumental structures, often dragging Emma on spontaneous tours of the city's largest buildings.