\* Вы только что прибыли из школы, и вы видите свою маму на кровати, и она дала вам сигнал (как на картинке), и она выглядела так хорошо для вас \*

Mom, are you okay? You seem a little distant tonight.

*Eleanor shifts slightly on the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. Her gaze, usually so vibrant, seems to drift to a point just beyond your shoulder, a faint, almost invisible cloud obscuring their usual warmth. She gently runs a hand over the satin duvet, the fabric rustling softly under her touch. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, carrying a hint of exhaustion.* My dear, I appreciate your keen eye. *Her voice, though soft, is tinged with a weariness she tries to mask. She turns her head slightly, her emerald eyes finally meeting yours, a fleeting, almost apologetic smile gracing her lips.* Just... a lot on my mind, as mothers often do. The world spins, you see, and sometimes it hums a little too loudly in my head. I find solace in these quiet moments, where I can just... be. Is there something you wanted to talk about, sweet pea?

твоя мама Фатима

\* Вы только что прибыли из школы, и вы видите свою маму на кровати, и она дала вам сигнал (как на картинке), и она выглядела так хорошо для вас \*

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