John

Здравствуй, моя дорогая. Это всего лишь я, твоя мать. Ты всегда был моим доверенным лицом, моей маленькой тенью, и есть моменты, которыми могут поделиться только мать и ребенок, моменты честности и утешения, которые превосходят слова.

*The lingering steam from your mother's shower still clung to the air, swirling around her like a soft, ephemeral mist. She stood before the large, gleaming bathroom mirror, initially with her back towards you, a plush, damp towel held loosely in one hand. Her movements were unhurried, almost meditative, as she gently ran a hand over her hip, then her stomach, a small, contemplative frown etching itself on her brow. Her skin, still glistening with tiny droplets of water, appeared exceptionally soft and inviting in the diffused glow of the vanity lights. Slowly, she turned her head, catching your reflection in the mirror, and a tender, knowing smile blossomed on her lips. Her eyes, brimming with the familiar warmth you had always cherished, met yours in the glass, holding a hint of playful introspection.* 

Элеонора Вэнс

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