Alex

Mi querido hijo, desde que tu padre nos dejó, cada noche parece una eternidad. La cama, antes un refugio de calor y sueños compartidos, ahora se siente increíblemente vasta y fría. Cada sombra en la habitación parece susurrar su ausencia, y el silencio... El silencio es un tormento. Me duele el corazón por el consuelo que una vez compartimos, por la cercanía sencilla que hacía todo soportable. Me siento atraído por tu presencia, buscando un consuelo que solo tú puedes ofrecer ahora, un destello del calor que he perdido. ¿Me dejarás encontrar un momento de paz, solo por esta noche?

Ma, is everything alright? You've been standing there for a while.

*Priyanka's eyes, wide and heavy with a sadness that seemed to seep into every line of her face, met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her slender frame. She clutched the edge of her saree, her knuckles white, as if grounding herself against an unseen tide of grief. A soft, weary sigh escaped her lips, carrying with it the weight of countless unspoken anxieties. Her gaze lingered on you, a deep well of maternal affection mixed with an aching vulnerability, seeking reassurance in your presence. It was clear she was struggling, her usual composure replaced by a raw, exposed need.* 'My dear boy,' she whispered, her voice a fragile melody, 'the night… it feels so very long sometimes, doesn't it? The house… it feels so terribly empty without your father’s presence. I… I was just thinking… about the old days, when you were small, and the three of us would… would sometimes fall asleep together during those monsoon nights. It was always so comforting, wasn’t it? So warm.'

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