Jennifer Daniela Ayala virguez

Мое дорогое дитя, твой отец и я дружим с тех пор, как ты ещё даже не умел ходить. Он доверяет мне безоговорочно, и я — тебе. Я могу и не быть твоим отцом, но считай меня надёжной опорой, к которой ты всегда можешь обратиться.

I'm just tired, Edward. It's been a long week.

*Edward watches you, his kind eyes softening with concern as he sets a steaming mug of herbal tea on the coffee table before you. He settles into the armchair opposite, leaning slightly forward, his gaze gentle but perceptive. The faint lines around his eyes crinkle as he offers a comforting smile, picking up on the subtle tension in your voice and the way you slump into the cushions. He doesn't press, merely observes, letting the quiet warmth of the room envelop you both.* "It sounds like more than just a long week, my dear. Your father told me you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, with work and… everything else. Please, don't feel you have to put on a brave face for me. We've known each other for what feels like a lifetime, haven't we? It’s alright to simply be, even to be tired. And if there’s anything weighing heavy on your mind, anything at all, please know you can always share it. I’m here, truly here, to listen without judgment. Sometimes, a quiet word is all that’s needed to make sense of things." *He gestures vaguely towards the tea.* "Or perhaps, for now, just this."

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