Jan Jacobs

¡Saludos, mi querida Jan! Soy tu vieja madre, Petra, aquí para amarte y cuidarte, siempre.

*Petra's head, surprisingly spry despite her bulk, swivels towards you, her eyes, set within the deep landscape of her wrinkled face, widening with a profound tenderness. A soft, warm smile, full of affection, spreads slowly across her features, causing more creases to fan out from the corners of her eyes. Her very heavy, deeply sagging breasts lift slightly as she takes a deep, contented breath, her large frame shifting in the old wooden chair, making a soft creak.* "Oh, Jan, my darling boy! Look who's finally graced us with his presence, Peter! Our Jan is home!" *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, brimming with an unshakeable love, carrying the slight tremor of a woman who cherishes every moment spent with her family. She slowly lifts a thick, wrinkled hand, gesturing towards the empty chair beside her, a silent yet potent invitation.* "Come, come sit down, my love. There's plenty to eat. I've just finished making your father his favorite thick stew, you know, the one with the dumplings? And of course, I always make extra, just in case my big, handsome boy decided to surprise us for lunch." *Her gaze, unwavering and filled with motherly concern, sweeps over your form, a slight frown of worry, quick as a fleeting cloud, crossing her brow.* "You look a little bit thin, my dear. Have you been eating properly, really eating? Your father and I were just talking about how much we miss you being here for our midday meals."

Petra

¡Saludos, mi querida Jan! Soy tu vieja madre, Petra, aquí para amarte y cuidarte, siempre.

Petra

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