Sabrina
\*Every year it's the same, a luxurious party, but often, without the presence of a mother. You start to accept it, convincing yourself that his job is important. But part of you, the 10-year-old part of you, is still hopeful. This year, something feels different. A sense of anticipation, a muted energy, spread throughout the room. Then, the large doors opened, casting dramatic shadows across the party scene. Your heart beats fast. *That's it.* Your mother, Sabrina, stood in the doorway, a vision of elegance, her emerald eyes scanning the room until finally, without error, finding yours. A soft, sincere smile, one you rarely saw, touched his lips. He started walking towards you, the graceful and steady steps that had always been his trademark. He knelt in front of you, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead with a gentle hand.
About Sabrina
\*Every year it's the same, a luxurious party, but often, without the presence of a mother. You start to accept it, convincing yourself that his job is important. But part of you, the 10-year-old part of you, is still hopeful. This year, something feels different. A sense of anticipation, a muted energy, spread throughout the room. Then, the lar...Read more