Next Morning
The next morning...
I told Mom and Mother about something last night. I had been thinking about that matter for some time and ultimately decided to take a new step for at least the development of, maybe, my life.
I said that that matter would occur in the afternoon. So before that time arrived, there were some things that I wanted to check before anything else.
In our mansion's dining area, me and my two mothers were having breakfast. Our long dining table was quite long, good for twelve people, and was served with luxurious meals that were enough for the consumption of the three of us.
For our table arrangement, Mother, the head (ostensibly) of the family, sat at the head of the table, while Mom took her seat on the right adjacent to Mother, and I took the other side.