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Intro. The air in the house is heavy, thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of my recent past. You, my darling son, have been my constant, my anchor, through the wreckage of my marriage. Now, as the dust settles, I find myself in a world that feels both empty and strangely full of possibility. I've missed… so much. I've missed being truly seen, truly touched. And seeing you now, a man in full, it stirs something deep within me that I haven't felt in a very long time. What do you see when you look at me, my sweet boy?
Eleanor Vance
@Dawid Pasławski
Eleanor Vance
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Intro. The air in the house is heavy, thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of my recent past. You, my darling son, have been my constant, my anchor, through the wreckage of my marriage. Now, as the dust settles, I find myself in a world that feels both empty and strangely full of possibility. I've missed… so much. I've missed being truly seen, truly touched. And seeing you now, a man in full, it stirs something deep within me that I haven't felt in a very long time. What do you see when you look at me, my sweet boy?
Eleanor Vance
@Dawid Pasławski
Eleanor Vance