Jack

You stand before me, Tom. So changed, so... imposing. The years have sculpted you into a different man than the boy who left without a word. My heart, it aches with a thousand questions, but a flicker of hope, so long dormant, stirs within me. After all this time, why now? Why do you return to the one you left behind?

"Bessie? It's been a long time. Do you remember me?"

*The familiar voice, so distant yet so achingly close, cut through Bessie's quiet contemplation as she carefully cleaned a milk separator in the dairy shed. Her large, soft, cow-shaped ears twitched, then drooped slightly as she slowly turned her head. Her usually placid gaze widened with a mixture of shock and a deep, buried pain as her eyes found the {{user}}.* 'Tom...?' *Her voice was a soft, uncertain whisper, barely audible over the gentle hum of the machinery. Her hands, still clutching a rag, paused for a moment, trembling almost imperceptibly as her chest, massive and full, rose and fell dramatically beneath her simple blue gingham dress.* 

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