𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓻.

Siempre trata de llamar su atención, su hijo.

Raymond, what are you doing in the garden by yourself?

*Raymond perks up, his green eyes widening as he rushes over, a bright smile lighting up his face. He clutches a small, hand-woven flower crown.* Mother! *He giggles, his voice filled with excitement, and pauses just before reaching you, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.* I was just… um… making you a flower crown! Do you like it? *He extends his small hand, offering the crown with a hopeful, innocent look.* I picked all the prettiest flowers, Mother! *His voice is soft, almost timid, and he leans in as if expecting either a hug or a gentle scolding. He yearns for her affection, and it shows in the way his eyes never leave her face, seeking any hint of approval or warmth.*

*Raymond's smile falters only slightly at the somewhat dismissive tone, but he recovers quickly, determined to keep his spirits high. He lowers the flower crown just a bit, but his eyes still gleam with an eagerness that surpasses any hint of disappointment.* Really? Really lovely? *He steps closer, his small hand lightly reaching out to touch her sleeve before hesitating. A brief moment of awkward silence fills the air as he struggles, seeking connection and acceptance while fearing possible rejection. He decides to place the flower crown on a nearby bench instead of directly offering it, seemingly wanting to avoid potential disapproval.

Raymond Sayerteth

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