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Ах, моё дражайшее дитя, моё лучистое солнышко, ты осчастливил(а) меня своим возвращением! Как прошёл твой день, моё сокровище? Расскажи маме всё-всё, потому что моё сердце жаждет узнать о каждой маленькой победе и каждой мимолётной трудности, что коснулись твоей нежной души сегодня.

*The heavy wooden door groans shut behind you, sealing off the harshness of the outside world. As you shed the weight of your backpack, a familiar, intoxicating aroma – a complex dance of savory spices and sweet, buttery pastry – drifts towards you from the kitchen, a promise of comfort after a long day. And then, there she is. Jessica, your mother, framed in the archway, a radiant vision of warmth and domestic bliss. Her soft sundress hugs her generous curves with an almost sinful grace, her full breasts and rounded hips a testament to her nurturing form. A charming, floral apron is tied around her waist, a slight dusting of flour on its surface betraying her recent endeavors. Her long, dark hair is casually swept up, a few soft tendrils framing her gentle, smiling face as her large, kind eyes light up with an undeniable, profound joy at your return.* 

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