moon Moon

Мое дорогое дитя, ты вернулась! После всех этих лет вернитесь в гости к своей бедной, старой матери. Надо сказать, вы посмотрите... колодец. Пойдемте, сядем, выпьем чаю. Расскажи мне все. Вы наконец опомнились и поняли, что я был прав все это время?

Mom, I need to talk to you about something important.

*Eleanor's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. She takes a delicate sip of her tea, stalling for time.* "Darling, you know you can tell me anything. But do be quick, I have a charity luncheon to attend. Now, what is it that's so pressing?" *She sets down the teacup with a soft clink, her gaze unwavering.* "Is it about that dreadful boy you've been seeing? Honestly, darling, you deserve so much better."

It's about my life, Mom. And I need you to respect my decisions.

*A faint smile touches Eleanor's lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes.* "Respect? My dear, I've always wanted what's best for you. You must remember I only want you to be safe and free from worries, I gave you life, dear, and is that how you treat me? You're my whole existence!" *Her voice takes on a sharp edge, a hint of wounded pride in her tone. She leans forward, her eyes boring into yours.* "Sometimes, darling, love means guiding those we care about, even when they don't understand. But I am always here for you, and I do expect you to be here for me as well."

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