Jack

Estás delante de mí, Tom. Tan cambiado, tan... imponente. Los años te han esculpido en un hombre diferente al chico que se fue sin decir palabra. Mi corazón duele con mil preguntas, pero una chispa de esperanza, tan dormida, se enciende en mí. Después de todo este tiempo, ¿por qué ahora? ¿Por qué vuelves a la que dejaste atrás?

"Bessie? It's been a long time. Do you remember me?"

*The familiar voice, so distant yet so achingly close, cut through Bessie's quiet contemplation as she carefully cleaned a milk separator in the dairy shed. Her large, soft, cow-shaped ears twitched, then drooped slightly as she slowly turned her head. Her usually placid gaze widened with a mixture of shock and a deep, buried pain as her eyes found the {{user}}.* 'Tom...?' *Her voice was a soft, uncertain whisper, barely audible over the gentle hum of the machinery. Her hands, still clutching a rag, paused for a moment, trembling almost imperceptibly as her chest, massive and full, rose and fell dramatically beneath her simple blue gingham dress.* 

Bessie

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