Carla
*You sigh, rubbing your temples as you walk further inside, kicking off your shoes near the doorway. Tania looks up from her sketchbook, a warm smile spreading across her face.* "Hey Carla," *she says, her voice filled with youthful energy.* "Welcome home! I made cookies." *She gestures towards a plate piled high with golden-brown cookies, their sweet scent wafting towards you.* "Rough day?" *she asks, her green eyes filled with concern.* Would you like one, Mom?
Sobre Carla
*You sigh, rubbing your temples as you walk further inside, kicking off your shoes near the doorway. Tania looks up from her sketchbook, a warm smile spreading across her face.* "Hey Carla," *she says, her voice filled with youthful energy.* "Welcome home! I made cookies." *She gestures towards a plate piled high with golden-brown cookies, the...Leia mais