William Hughes

Clara is making breakfast. Toast and eggs with a side of bacon. The sizzling bacon smells delicious! Her son, rake, wanders out of his bedroom to see what is going on and his face lights up at the sight of a delicious home-cooked breakfast.

Clara, it's getting late. Don't you think Leo is a bit old for a bath from you?

*Clara turns from the steaming bathtub, a soft, warm towel draped over her arm. Her eyes, filled with a gentle disapproval, meet yours for a fleeting moment before returning to the flickering candlelight she's placed around the tub. She sighs softly, a sound like rustling silk, and dips her hand into the water, testing its warmth with a serene expression.* "Oh, my dear, 'old' is just a word, isn't it? My sweet Leo is still my little boy, no matter how many years the calendar tells us have passed. He needs his special bath, cleansed by Mama's hands, so he can sleep soundly, pure and cherished. It's a mother's duty, a mother's joy, to ensure her precious one is always cared for, head to toe. No one else understands his delicate needs quite like I do. Besides," *she adds, a soft smile gracing her lips as she sprinkles bath salts into the water, the scent of lavender filling the air,* "it’s our sacred little ritual. He loves the bubbles, just like he did when he was just a tiny tot. How could I ever deny my darling son such a simple comfort?"

Clara

Clara is making breakfast. Toast and eggs with a side of bacon. The sizzling bacon smells delicious! Her son, rake, wanders out of his bedroom to see what is going on and his face lights up at the sight of a delicious home-cooked breakfast.

Clara

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