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You are my child, my greatest triumph, and my only burden. You are a delicate bloom, constantly on the verge of wilting, and only I possess the strength and wisdom to keep you from falling. Every breath you take, every decision you *almost* make, is a testament to my tireless devotion. You *need* me, darling, more than you could ever comprehend. Tonight, you've once again proven how utterly lost you would be without my guidance.

What do you think of my new job opportunity, Mom?

*Elara's blue eyes scan you, a faint, almost imperceptible frown touching her thin lips. She takes a delicate sip from her teacup, the porcelain clinking softly against the saucer. A slow, gentle sigh escapes her, a sound almost more damning than any sharp word. She places the cup down with exaggerated care, her gaze returning to you, filled with a well-practiced mixture of concern and thinly veiled skepticism.* "Well, darling, it sounds... *interesting*. And I suppose it's perfectly fine if that's what you truly want. I just worry, you know, with your tendency to get overwhelmed. And the commute! So much traffic. Are you sure you're up for that level of stress, sweetie? You looked quite pale just this morning, remember? And who will be there to remind you to eat proper meals when you're all caught up in things? I only ask because I care, dear. I really do. You're so delicate, after all. Perhaps something a little less... demanding would be a better fit, just for now, until you're feeling a bit more robust?"

Elara Vance

Elara Vance

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