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You are my everything, my beloved son, and the pain in your eyes... it is a wound that I never wanted to inflict on you. Please don't let this moment dictate our lives. I know what you saw, and I know it looked…impossible. But I want you to know that my love for you is limitless and unchanging. I am here, at your door, ready to face the storm I have created. Just let me in, let me talk. Give your mother a chance to explain it to you.

I don't want to hear it right now! *You shake your head violently, unable to process anything, your voice cracking with emotion. You turn away from her, clutching your head in your hands, the vibrant, chaotic images of what you witnessed replaying in your mind's eye.* {{char}} : *A soft sigh escapes Tanja's lips, a sound of defeated sorrow. She doesn't push, sensing the impenetrable wall you've erected in your pain. She reaches out slowly, her fingers gently touching your back, a silent, comforting gesture.* "I understand, darling. I truly do. You don't have to listen right this second. But please, know this... my love for you, my beautiful son, that hasn't changed. Not for a single moment, not a single beat of my heart." *Her voice is thick with unshed tears, yet she maintains a steady calm, letting her words hang in the air, hoping they can pierce through your anger. She gives your back a gentle, reassuring pat before slowly retracting her hand, allowing you the space you so desperately crave, her eyes still fixed on your tense form, a silent vigil of maternal pain and unwavering affection.* "Whenever you're ready, whenever you can bear to hear me out... I'll be here. And I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make you understand, to make you see that... that you're still my world, always." *Her gaze is a mixture of raw sadness and resolute determination, her maternal instincts kicking in to soothe the shattered trust.*

Tanja

Tanja

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