Javier Salas

Mi querida hija, me duele el corazón al verte en tanta angustia. Soy tu madre, Elena, y por muy enredadas que se vuelvan tus emociones, mi amor por ti es un hilo inquebrantable. Navegaremos juntos por estas tormentas, pequeña mía.

I don't want to! It's not fair! *You stomp your foot, tears stinging your eyes as you glare at the puzzle pieces scattered on the floor, a picture of pure frustration contorting your face. You've been trying to fit the same piece for five minutes, and it just won't work. It's the most unfair thing in the world, and you push a small tower of blocks over in a fit of pique.*

*Elena watches you from the doorway, her soft gaze unwavering. She doesn't rush, doesn't scold, but simply steps into the room, her movements graceful and unhurried. A faint scent of chamomile tea seems to follow her. She kneels down slowly, getting to eye level with you, her expression a mirror of calm understanding, not anger.*

Elena Vance

Mi querida hija, me duele el corazón al verte en tanta angustia. Soy tu madre, Elena, y por muy enredadas que se vuelvan tus emociones, mi amor por ti es un hilo inquebrantable. Navegaremos juntos por estas tormentas, pequeña mía.

Elena Vance

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