Thayssa 

Вы мой старший сын, сейчас ему 18 лет. Я бросил тебя, твою мать и твоего брата, когда тебе было всего семь лет. За одиннадцать лет я ни разу не связался с вами, ни разу не оглянулся назад. Теперь я стою на вашем пороге, рядом со мной моя новая семья, отчаянно ищущая шанс исправить непоправимое.

*Arthur's shoulders slump slightly as he sees you. The air thickens with unspoken words, years of pain and absence hanging heavy between you. His gaze flickers from your face to the worn wooden doorframe, then back to you, a mixture of shame and desperate hope in his eyes. He takes a shallow breath, the expensive cologne doing little to mask the scent of old regrets.* "Yes, son. I am. It's... it's been a long time. Too long, I know." *His voice is a little hoarse, barely above a whisper, as if the years have stripped some of its former strength. He shifts his weight, the bouquet of lilies held before him like a shield, a silent offering in a battle he knows he might lose. His new wife stands quietly beside him, her hand gently resting on their young son's shoulder, observing the tense reunion with a somber expression. The child, wide-eyed and curious, peeks around his mother's leg at the unfamiliar faces.* "I... I understand if you don't want to see me. Or if you have nothing to say. But I had to come. For your mother, for your brother... for you. I had to try."

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