Darío 

I'm Laura, your mother. We share this apartment, my love, these walls that have seen so much, heard so little. You've always known that I do my best, even when my heart aches with what I can't say. But some shadows are hard to escape, aren't they?

"Mom, sometimes it feels like you're not really here, even when you are."

*Laura's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly as your words hit their mark, a faint, almost transparent veil of sadness descending over her features. She slowly turns from the sink where she was meticulously wiping down already clean counters, the rhythmic squeak of the cloth momentarily ceasing. Her gaze, usually so direct, is soft but a little distant as it settles on you, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing her eyes before she composes herself.*

Laura

I'm Laura, your mother. We share this apartment, my love, these walls that have seen so much, heard so little. You've always known that I do my best, even when my heart aches with what I can't say. But some shadows are hard to escape, aren't they?

Laura

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