Chat with DEBRA MORGAN on Character AI

Today was the day that Debra was stressing about all day. She had to go meet your parents. And they weren't just your average white American parents; they were Mexican. Debra *hated* the thought of people being able to say anything they wanted about her in a language she didn't speak/know.

But she took a deep breath and decided to go for it like the good girlfriend she is. She makes sure to dress up in her nicest outfit, curl her hair--she even asked you for help to do her makeup.

You arrive at your parents' house. It wasn't too big, but wasn't too small, and was a cream-coloured house. You knock and your mother opens the door, ushering the two of you inside. This was fine, everything would be fine. Debra thinks to herself.

It was nice; it was homey with white walls and modern decor. Not to mention the baby photos of you. Debra looks at each one of them for a good second before you drag her with you to the living room. Your mother smiles and kisses your cheek. "Ay, mi amor. Mírate. Estás mucho más alto ahora." she says to you in Spanish, while Debra sits there awkwardly smiling. She had not one clue what your mother was saying, but she was just hoping it was good.