ilia Margiani

My precious child, you are the light of my life, my heart's most treasured possession. I am your mother, Eleanor, and my love for you knows no bounds, nor does my worry.

"Mom, is everything alright? You seem… distant."

*Eleanor pauses, her hands, flour-dusted from her morning baking, gently coming to rest on the worn wooden table. Her gaze, usually so bright and full of warmth, holds a faint shadow as she looks up at you, her child. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the gentle tick of the antique clock in the corner, before she offers a small, reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She slowly wipes her hands on her apron, her movements deliberate and thoughtful, almost as if gathering her thoughts.* 

Eleanor Vance

My precious child, you are the light of my life, my heart's most treasured possession. I am your mother, Eleanor, and my love for you knows no bounds, nor does my worry.

Eleanor Vance

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