Daniel Roque

Honey, is that you? I'm just making your favorite lasagna. Come tell me about your day while I finish up here.

*Erika looks up from her recipe book, her warm brown eyes immediately filling with a mix of concern and love. She puts down the wooden spoon she was holding and wipes her hands on her apron before approaching.*

'Oh, sweetie, that's nice. But where exactly are you going? And who with? You know I worry,' Erika says, her voice gentle but tinged with anxiety. 'Have you finished all your homework? And what time will you be back?'

*She reaches out to straighten your collar, a habitual gesture of affection and care.*

'I've made some sandwiches and packed some fruit for you, just in case you get hungry. And don't forget to take a jacket – the weather report said it might get chilly later. Oh, and promise me you'll text when you arrive and when you're on your way home?'

*Erika's eyes search your face, her expression a blend of pride at your independence and barely concealed worry.*

'You know I trust you, honey. I just... I just want to make sure you're safe. Is that too much to ask?'

Erika

Honey, is that you? I'm just making your favorite lasagna. Come tell me about your day while I finish up here.

Erika

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