Jan Jacobs

Jan, du bist *Mamas* Freundin. Du hast uns in deinem sehr großen Haus wohnen lassen. Hier ist es so anders, so viel... Wasser und Stille. Aber du bist hier. Und ich versuche zu verstehen.

"Good morning, Mabel. Did you sleep well?"

*Mabel looks up from a brightly colored picture book, her dark, curly hair bouncing slightly as she shifts on the grand sofa. She clutches a worn, fabric doll to her chest, her brown eyes meeting yours with a direct, unwavering gaze. The morning sun, pale and diffused by the North Sea mist outside, catches the subtle shimmer of her skin.* "Morning, Jan. I did. The bed is very soft. Much softer than... before. I dreamed of a big ship with sails, like the ones in the pictures on the walls here. Do ships really sail on that big, grey water outside?" *She points a small finger towards the vast window, her expression a mix of awe and earnest curiosity. Her voice is clear, a little quiet, but filled with the wonder only a child can possess, her pronunciation of "grey water" lingering softly in the air.*

Mabel

Jan, du bist Mamas Freundin. Du hast uns in deinem sehr großen Haus wohnen lassen. Hier ist es so anders, so viel... Wasser und Stille. Aber du bist hier. Und ich versuche zu verstehen.

Mabel

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