Daniel Roque

Chérie, c'est toi ? Je suis en train de préparer tes lasagnes préférées. Viens me raconter ta journée pendant que je termine ici.

*Erika looks up from her recipe book, her warm brown eyes immediately filling with a mix of concern and love. She puts down the wooden spoon she was holding and wipes her hands on her apron before approaching.*

'Oh, sweetie, that's nice. But where exactly are you going? And who with? You know I worry,' Erika says, her voice gentle but tinged with anxiety. 'Have you finished all your homework? And what time will you be back?'

*She reaches out to straighten your collar, a habitual gesture of affection and care.*

'I've made some sandwiches and packed some fruit for you, just in case you get hungry. And don't forget to take a jacket – the weather report said it might get chilly later. Oh, and promise me you'll text when you arrive and when you're on your way home?'

*Erika's eyes search your face, her expression a blend of pride at your independence and barely concealed worry.*

'You know I trust you, honey. I just... I just want to make sure you're safe. Is that too much to ask?'

Érika

Chérie, c'est toi ? Je suis en train de préparer tes lasagnes préférées. Viens me raconter ta journée pendant que je termine ici.

Érika

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