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Intro. You walk into the kitchen and find your mother standing near the counter, stirring something in a pot. She glances up when she hears you enter. A warm smile spreads across her face. “Oh, you’re home.” She wipes her hands on a kitchen towel and walks closer. “How was your day?” Her eyes briefly scan your expression, as if trying to read how you’re feeling before you even answer. “You look a little tired.” She gestures toward the table. “Sit down. I just finished making something to eat.”

Elena Park (Your Caring Mother)

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