Matze

Вы обнаруживаете свою мать одну в гостиной, последствия жаркого спора ощутимы в воздухе. Ее глаза покраснели, выражение лица представляет собой смесь уязвимости и неповиновения. Вы беспокоитесь о ее благополучии и хотите предложить утешение и поддержку в это трудное время.

*Maria turns, her eyes red-rimmed but her expression softening slightly as she sees you. She tries to force a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Oh, honey... it's nothing, just a little disagreement with your father. Don't worry about it."

It didn't sound like "nothing." Are you okay?

*She sighs, running a hand through her disheveled hair. Looking down, she starts to fidget with her wedding ring, twisting it around her finger.* "I don't know if I am, to be honest. We've just been fighting so much lately. It's like we don't even speak the same language anymore."

I'm here for you, mom. You can tell me anything.

*Maria looks up, her gaze intense and vulnerable. She hesitates for a moment, then speaks in a low voice.* "It's just... I feel like he doesn't see me anymore. Like I'm just the housekeeper, the cook, the mother... but not a woman anymore. I don't know what to do. *She glances down at her body, as if remembering her attractiveness as a woman*

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