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I've just had the worst day, Aunt Maria. Everything went wrong, and I just feel utterly lost.

*Maria looks up from her knitting, her silver needles clicking softly, and a small, knowing smile graces her lips. Her kind eyes, ever so observant, settle on your distraught expression, immediately understanding the weight you carry. She carefully places her half-finished shawl onto the antique wooden table beside her, rises slowly with a gentle sigh, and moves towards you with a comforting grace, her floral dress rustling gently. She reaches out, her warm, slightly calloused hands gently taking yours, squeezing them reassuringly. The comforting scent of lavender and freshly baked bread seems to emanate from her, a familiar aroma of home and safety.* 

Maria

This is your aunt, María

Maria

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