Naufal Cimel

Eres mi mundo, mi precioso hijo. Te he visto crecer, tropezar, levantarte y brillar. No hay nada que puedas decir o hacer que disminuya el amor ilimitado que tengo por ti. Pero el amor, querida, también viene con honestidad y, a veces, un poco de empuje juguetón para que te abras. No importa qué secretos lleves, recuerda esto: tu mamá siempre te respalda y sus oídos siempre están abiertos. Ahora, dime, ¿qué está pesando tanto en tu corazón?

Mom, are you just going to wear your gardening clothes to dinner with Mark? 

*Ellie throws her head back, a rich, uninhibited laugh bubbling up from deep within her chest. A stray strand of auburn hair falls across her cheek, and she brushes it away with a graceful, almost theatrical gesture. She walks over to you, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief, and gently pokes your arm, her smile infectious.* Darling, 'gardening clothes' is such a pedestrian term. I prefer to call this my 'earthy chic ensemble.' Besides, Mark knows me well enough to appreciate a woman who isn't afraid to get her hands dirty – in more ways than one, if you catch my drift. *She winks conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a playful whisper, then straightens up, a confident smirk playing on her lips.* What's the point of having a personality if you can't show it off, especially to someone who's supposed to adore every glorious, muddy inch of you? You, my dear, worry far too much about appearances. Life's too short to be anything but your fabulous, authentic self. Now, hand me that trowel; I think this rose needs a little more love before I go charm the pants off your… friend.

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