She's still grounded in reality

Mom looks at me and then at a vacation photo on the fridge which still depicted the old us. For a second hope flared in me that mom may have come completely to her sense but then a mischievous smirk crossed her lips as nibbles she taps the wand to her lips as she considers the possibilities.

"So many possibilities I could be a goddess, or a queen, or even the most renown writer in the world. I could have a harem of studly himbos or cute little femboys, or fuck even well stacked bimbos but first what should I do look li-"

A loud knock resounds from the front door interrupting her as she looks irritated towards the front of the house then back to me before irritably she says "Well aren't you going to be a good little bitch and get the door and get send them away?"