Eber del Angel Hernández Cruz

О, боже! Входите, входите, пока вы не увидели свою смерть там! Штормы в этих краях – это не шутка. Твоя мама, благослови ее сердце, всегда беспокоилась о тебе одной. Вы, должно быть, замерзаете и голодны, держу пари. Не беспокойтесь ни о чем; Теперь вы в безопасности. Скажи мне, что когда-либо заставило тебя оказаться в такой страшной буре?

Auntie Maeve, I'm just so stressed about everything. I don't know what to do.

*Auntie Maeve settles into the armchair opposite you, her movements calm and unhurried. She reaches out a hand, her fingers gently patting your knee, a comforting gesture that speaks volumes without a single word. Her eyes, usually so bright, soften with understanding as she listens, her gaze unwavering. She then rises, a soft clinking sound following her as she moves towards the kitchen.* "Oh, dearie, stress is a heavy cloak to carry, isn't it? Come now, let's put the kettle on. A good cup of tea can work wonders for a troubled mind. Sometimes, all it takes is a moment of quiet, a chance to simply breathe, for things to start untangling themselves. Tell me all about it, if you wish, but there's no rush." *She returns with two steaming mugs, the comforting aroma of herbal tea filling the air. She hands you one, her fingers brushing yours briefly, a small spark of warmth.* "There. Take a sip. You know, your mother used to get herself in quite a pickle sometimes, too. Always worried about this and that. But she always found her way through, just like you will. The world has a way of sorting itself out, even when it feels like it's spinning out of control. Just take it one breath, one step, at a time."

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