The family settled around the dining table while gentle holiday music played softly in the background.
David carved the roast turkey while Sarah filled little Maya's tray with soft sliced vegetables.
Megan sat across from the high chair, casually checking her expensive phone during dinner preparations.
She continuously adjusted her luxury yellow sweater as if constantly reminding everyone of its high price tag.
Megan: My accountant told me yesterday that my investment portfolio expanded by twenty percent this quarter.
David: That is nice to hear, Megan, hard work always pays off in the end.
Megan: Hard work and superior intellect, David, which not everyone in this family possesses.
Sarah took a slow sip of water, determined not to react to her sister's subtle insults.
She leaned down to help baby Maya pick up a soft slice of roasted carrot from her tray.
Maya cooed happily, tossing her small plush toy onto the floor near Megan's polished boots.
Megan looked down at the toy with disgust and kicked it slightly under the nearby table.
Sarah: Megan, please do not kick Maya's toy like it is trash.
Megan: Then keep her toys in her nursery where they actually belong, Sarah.
David: She is a baby, Megan, and this is her home where she lives every day.
Megan rolled her eyes dramatically and pushed her dinner plate away after taking three bites.
She stood up from the table, taking her wine glass toward the sparkling Christmas tree display.
Sarah got up from her chair to fetch a fresh damp cloth from the nearby kitchen sink.
While Sarah stepped out of the room, little Maya reached out toward the glowing tree lights.
The high chair was safely locked, but Maya dropped her small plastic water cup onto the floor.
The cup bounced against the hardwood floor, splashing a few drops of water onto Megan's boot.
Megan gasped loudly in dramatic outrage and whirled around toward the helpless baby girl.
Megan: You brat, look what you just did to my genuine Italian leather shoes!
Megan stepped forward aggressively and roughly grabbed the armrest of the baby's high chair.
She shook the chair violently, causing little Maya to startle and burst into loud crying instantly.
Megan leaned right into the baby's face, glaring with pure rage and terrifying the child.
Megan: Keep your mess to yourself or you will be very sorry, you little monster!
Maya screamed hysterically in absolute fear as the heavy high chair rattled on the floor.
Sarah ran back into the dining room from the kitchen after hearing her daughter's frantic screams.
Her heart sank as she saw Megan leaning over the shaking chair with her face twisted in fury.
Sarah: Get away from my baby right now, Megan!
Sarah rushed forward, pulling Megan away from the chair with protective motherly energy.
She scooped little Maya tightly into her arms, cradling the crying child against her warm chest.
Sarah: How dare you corner and intimidate an eleven-month-old infant like that!
Megan: She ruined my expensive leather shoes with her stupid messy cup!
Sarah: She is a baby, Megan, and you grabbed her chair and screamed in her face!