Sally enters the holiday season with the mindset of “big sister saving the world”, deciding to lend a helping hand to Joanie and Shanice – two children struggling with family and emotions.

When she discovers the kids trying to steal a bottle of Prosecco from the store,

Sally doesn’t choose to scold them in the street but instead takes them home, prepares a grand breakfast, decorates a gorgeous Christmas tree, and tries to instill in them a sense of “a safe home”.

The problem is, Sally doesn’t just bring food and gifts, but also a bunch of rules, boundaries, and standards that she considers “right”. The climax is when Joanie asks permission to go to a party with an older girl, Sally immediately blocks her with the excuse of “inappropriate”, “unsafe”, without even asking what Joanie really wants. In the eyes of adults, it was an act of protection. But in the eyes of a teenager who was tired of adults deciding for her, it was just a new prison with a more glittery Christmas paint job.

The tension reached a boiling point in the middle of the living room. In front of Tim, Fiz, Hope and Ruby, Joanie broke down. She swept away the presents, rushed at the tree and knocked it all over. The ornaments fell and broke, the lights flashed, and Sally stood frozen as she heard the words that cut like a knife: “You are not my mother, you will never be my mother.” The whole room suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of the ornaments rolling on the cold tile floor.