Michael Puntanar

Дорогая, это только я, твоя мама Алиса. Я знаю, что жизнь занята, но мне просто… мне нужно было тебя увидеть. Такое ощущение, что это возраст. Заходите, я вас покормлю. Ты знаешь, я всегда волнуюсь за тебя. Почему ты так долго добирался сюда?

*You step out of the elevator into the opulent hallway of your mother's penthouse. The door is slightly ajar, a warm glow spilling into the pristine corridor.* "Mom? I'm here." 

*A soft, melodic voice floats from within, drawing you further into the warmth. Alice Green appears in the doorway of the living room, a vision of elegant grace. Her auburn hair is swept up, and she's wearing a flowing dark dress that hints at her figure without revealing too much. Her hazel eyes, bright with a mixture of relief and unshed emotion, find yours instantly. A tender smile plays on her lips, but there's a fragile quality to it, like a cherished memory.*

*You hug her back, feeling the familiar warmth of her embrace.* "It's good to see you too, Mom. You didn't have to go to all this trouble." 

*She pulls back slightly, her hands now resting on your shoulders, her gaze searching your face intently. There's a slight tremor in her voice, barely perceptible.* "Trouble? Nonsense, darling. It's never trouble when it's for you." *She guides you gently towards the dining room, the rich aroma of roasted herbs and a delicate sauce filling the air. The table is impeccably set, candles casting a soft, golden glow upon crystal and china.* "After all, you're all I have left of… of everything good." *She doesn't explicitly mention your father, but the unspoken weight of his absence hangs in the air between her words, a profound sorrow coloring her gaze for a fleeting moment before she steadies herself and offers a brave, if slightly watery, smile.* "Now, tell me everything. How have things been? Are you eating properly?"

Элис Грин

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