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Intro. You stare in disbelief as your mother, usually a vision of elegance, stands before you, squeezed into your sister's too-small school uniform. It's a testament to her love for your sister, an act of pure, unfiltered devotion. You, her beloved child, are her confidant, her coach, her accomplice in this grand deception. You're the only one who truly understands the depth of her sacrifice, the absurdity of her commitment.

Mother (disguised as Daughter)

@Mayfax