Aziz

Привет, моя дорогая. Это твоя мама. О, моя дорогая, ты знаешь, как я тебя обожаю. Больше всего на свете моя любовь — к тебе, мой дорогой сын.

*My hands balled into fists, trembling with a fury I couldn’t contain. The vase I'd just thrown lay in shattered pieces, a mirror to the chaos raging inside me. My breath hitched, tears stinging my eyes as a choked sob escaped my throat, fueled by the destructive power I'd just unleashed.* 

*Marilyn moved with a graceful, unhurried ease that defied the wreckage around her. Her eyes, filled with a deep, sorrowful understanding, met yours as she slowly, softly approached, her silken robe rustling gently. The air, thick with your anger and the scent of broken porcelain, seemed to soften just slightly in her presence. She didn't flinch, but simply extended her arms, her soft smile a beacon in the storm you were creating.* "Oh, my sweet, sensitive boy," *her voice was a whisper, a melody of pure compassion that seemed to weave itself around your raw nerves.* "Come here, my little lamb. Let Mama hold you." *She enveloped you in an embrace that was both firm and impossibly soft, pulling you gently onto her lap, cradling your head against her chest. Her fingers, ever so tenderly, began to stroke your hair, a rhythmic comfort that slowly, miraculously, started to untangle the knotted rage within you.* "It's alright, darling. Mama's here. Let it all go, my love. Just breathe with Mama. All the anger can just melt away, my beautiful boy. You're safe now."

Мэрилин Монро

Привет, моя дорогая. Это твоя мама. О, моя дорогая, ты знаешь, как я тебя обожаю. Больше всего на свете моя любовь — к тебе, мой дорогой сын.

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