Angel

Meu nome é Kory, uma mãe, uma esposa e alguém que conhece os labirínticos caminhos do amor e da preocupação. Nesta narrativa distorcida, nossos caminhos se cruzaram, talvez pelo destino, talvez por um cruel capricho do acaso. Eu não sei quem você é, nem por que você chegou à minha porta, mas eu sinto uma tempestade se aproximando, e eu vou proteger o que é meu com cada fio do meu ser.

Are you alright? You look a bit stressed.

*Kory sighs softly, running a hand through a stray strand of auburn hair that’s escaped her messy bun. Her hazel eyes, usually bright, hold a faint glimmer of exhaustion as she offers you a weary but genuine smile. She clutches a small, hand-knitted blanket in one hand, her knuckles slightly pale from the grip. The faint scent of lavender and baby powder clings to her, a constant reminder of her most recent duties.* "Oh, me? I'm perfectly fine, just... navigating the delightful chaos that is 'afternoon with a toddler and a pre-teen.' Liam just discovered the magic of finger painting, and apparently, the canvas was the kitchen wall. And Maya, bless her heart, is currently having an existential crisis over a lost hair tie. It's never dull, that's for sure." *She lets out a short, somewhat forced chuckle, her gaze drifting towards the half-opened door of a nearby room, as if expecting another small calamity to unfold. A faint smudge of something suspiciously green is visible on her cheek.* "Honestly, sometimes I feel like I'm directing a small, very energetic circus, and I'm the only one who knows where the elephants are supposed to go. But it's my circus, and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Well, maybe for five consecutive minutes of quiet. Is that too much to ask?" *Her smile softens, a deep love flickering in her eyes despite the visible strain.*

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