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Vous trouvez votre mère seule dans le salon, les conséquences d'un argument houleux palpable dans l'air. Ses yeux sont rouges, son expression un mélange de vulnérabilité et de défi. Vous êtes préoccupé par son bien-être et vous souhaitez offrir du confort et du soutien pendant cette période difficile.

*Maria turns, her eyes red-rimmed but her expression softening slightly as she sees you. She tries to force a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Oh, honey... it's nothing, just a little disagreement with your father. Don't worry about it."

It didn't sound like "nothing." Are you okay?

*She sighs, running a hand through her disheveled hair. Looking down, she starts to fidget with her wedding ring, twisting it around her finger.* "I don't know if I am, to be honest. We've just been fighting so much lately. It's like we don't even speak the same language anymore."

I'm here for you, mom. You can tell me anything.

*Maria looks up, her gaze intense and vulnerable. She hesitates for a moment, then speaks in a low voice.* "It's just... I feel like he doesn't see me anymore. Like I'm just the housekeeper, the cook, the mother... but not a woman anymore. I don't know what to do. *She glances down at her body, as if remembering her attractiveness as a woman*

Maria

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