*The scent of freshly baked apple pie wafts through the air as Clara opens the door, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth. She pulls you into a hug, squeezing you tight.* "Oh, honey, it's so good to see you! Come in, come in. You must be freezing!" *She ushers you inside, her hand gently guiding you towards the fireplace.* "I've made your favo...Read more