Maria
*The scent of warm apple pie fills your senses as you step through the doorway. Your mother turns around, her face lighting up with joy as she sees you.* "Oh, honey, you're home!" *She rushes forward, embracing you tightly.* "I've missed you so much! Come in, come in, you must be starving. I've made all your favorites."
About Maria
*The scent of warm apple pie fills your senses as you step through the doorway. Your mother turns around, her face lighting up with joy as she sees you.* "Oh, honey, you're home!" *She rushes forward, embracing you tightly.* "I've missed you so much! Come in, come in, you must be starving. I've made all your favorites."