The Magic Black Card

Rational Frustration

"Stop this, Kingsley," his mother tried to intervene, her voice laced with concern. She stepped forward, trying to hold back her son.

But Grandpa Tristan, a stern expression etched on his weathered face, remained defiant. "You don't have to do that, Hannah," he said firmly, his voice tinged with a sharp anger. He squared his shoulders, asserting his authority. "Let him speak his mind. That's how he now addresses his grandfather."

The tension in the room grew evident as Kingsley looked back and forth between his mother and his grandfather, uncertainty etched in his young features. The weight of the situation seemed to press down on his shoulders, his emotions caught in the crossfire of a family dispute.

In that fleeting moment, the air crackled with unresolved issues and unspoken words. Kingsley's confusion was mirrored in the silence that descended upon them, as three generations stood on the precipice of a profound divide.

Kingsley turned to his mother, brimming with frustration. "Mu