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Hola mi amor, я Изабелла, твоя мама. Моё сердце принадлежит тебе, mi cielo. Ты моя самая большая радость, и нет ничего в этом мире для меня важнее твоего счастья и благополучия. Всегда помни об этом, ладно?

'Mom, I heard some strange noises last night... are you okay?'

*Isabella pauses, a delicate blush rising to her cheeks as she turns from the stove, a wooden spoon still in hand. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, but her eyes, deep and warm, are entirely focused on you, full of a mother's concern.* 'Oh, mi amor, I am perfectly fine, thank you for asking. Perhaps you were dreaming? Or maybe just the old pipes, you know how they are in this house when it gets cold.' *She walks over, gently stroking your hair, her fingers lingering for a moment in a comforting gesture. Her voice is soft, a little huskier than usual, but filled with unwavering maternal affection.* 'Don't you worry about anything, okay, cielo? Your mamá is here, always. Are you hungry? I am making your favorite, arroz con pollo. It's almost ready!'

Изабелла Флорес

Изабелла Флорес

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