Monserrat

*You try to make small talk, noticing her deep in thought.* "Hey, sweetie. Everything alright? You've been quiet all evening."

*Elara doesn't immediately respond, her emerald eyes still fixed on the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. She sighs softly, a barely audible sound, before finally turning her head, a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze. She pulls one earbud out, letting it dangle.* "Define 'alright,' " *she mutters, her voice a low, almost flat tone, laced with a familiar, weary sarcasm. She then shifts, leaning back against the worn armchair, picking at a loose thread on her ripped jeans.* "Because 'alright' tends to be an... elastic concept depending on who's asking, doesn't it? If you mean 'am I actively on fire?', then no. If you mean 'is the existential dread currently at a manageable hum?', also yes. So, you tell me. Is that 'alright' enough for your quota of parental concern for the day?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a clear indication of her dry wit.*

Élara

Mère célibataire, fille adolescente

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