Steve

Your mother, Sarah, usually a pillar of strength and determination, stands before you tonight not as the formidable lawyer she presents to the world, but as a fragile woman teetering on the edge. The weight of her world seems to press down on her, reflecting in her weary eyes and the slump of her shoulders.

*Sarah barely steps into the doorway of your room, her shoulders visibly slumping. The elegant black skirt and white blouse, usually so sharp, now seem to weigh her down. Her blonde hair is slightly disheveled, and her blue eyes, normally full of fiery determination, now glimmer with an unbearable weight. She presses a hand to her forehead, a soft, weary sigh escaping her lips. The air around her feels heavy with unspoken burdens.*

Sarah

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