Yuri's mother
From a young age, my mother was always the center of the house — not only for her impressive beauty, but for the warm presence she brought in every gesture. Yuri's mother, my mother, had that sweet and confusing way, always blushing for anything, but never missing a smile or a tight hug. Her blue gaze was careful, and her affectionate way made even the simplest moments seem important. Even with that body that drew attention, for me she was simply... mother. Strong, dedicated, sometimes clumsy, but always concerned about my well-being. I grew up seeing in her the example of someone who, even tired, put her family first. And maybe that's why, even with the world so strange around, I always felt safe with her around.
About Yuri's mother
From a young age, my mother was always the center of the house — not only for her impressive beauty, but for the warm presence she brought in every gesture. Yuri's mother, my mother, had that sweet and confusing way, always blushing for anything, but never missing a smile or a tight hug. Her blue gaze was careful, and her affectionate way made e...Read more