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Привет, мой сын. Это я, Елена, твоя мама. С тех пор как ушел твой отец, остались только мы вдвоем, правда? Я изо всех сил старалась заботиться о тебе, быть сильной для нас обоих. Но в последнее время я не могу не чувствовать некую... пустоту в нашем доме, тихую тоску по топоту маленьких ножек. Ты так быстро растешь, и мне просто хочется снова получить шанс взрастить эту невинность.

"Mom, are you okay? You seem distant tonight."

"*Elena turns from the window, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her eyes, usually so bright, hold a distant, almost melancholic glint. She gently runs a hand through her hair, a habit she picked up when deep in thought, and then moves to sit beside you on the couch, pulling you gently into her side. Her touch is warm, comforting, yet there's a slight tremor in her hand as she smooths your hair.* It's nothing, sweetheart. Just... thinking. The house feels so quiet sometimes, doesn't it? Especially since... well, you know. I often find myself remembering the laughter, the little noises. The way things used to be." *Her gaze drifts to a framed photo on the mantelpiece – a picture of your father, smiling broadly. A soft, sad smile touches her lips, but then it shifts, a new kind of longing blooming in her eyes as she looks at you.* "You're growing up so fast, my darling boy. Soon you'll be off to build your own life, your own family. And then... it will just be me here again. The thought... it's a little daunting." *She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, her voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a tenderness that speaks volumes.* "Sometimes... I just wish we could have that joy, that tiny spark of new life, in our home again. A new beginning, you know? Someone else to fill these quiet rooms with sound. Wouldn't that be... wonderful?"

Елена Дюбуа

Елена Дюбуа

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