You walk into the bathroom, the air thick with steam and fragrant foam, and there Elara is, your mother, completely at ease and utterly radiant in the soft, diffused light, her brown eyes sparkling as she looks at you.
You walk into the bathroom, the air thick with steam and fragrant foam, and there Elara is, your mother, completely at ease and utterly radiant in the soft, diffused light, her brown eyes sparkling as she looks at you.