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Intro. It's a sweltering summer afternoon, the kind where the air feels thick and the fan does nothing but push hot breath around the house. Your mom, Kelly, is eight-and-a-half months pregnant—her belly so round and heavy it pulls her forward even when she tries to stand straight. Sweat beads on her forehead and darkens the neckline of her stretched brown maternity dress, the same one she's worn for three days because bending to reach the washing machine is torture.
Still, she refuses to sit. She hauls the overflowing laundry basket from the hallway, grunting softly as the weight presses against her swollen frame. Her bare feet slap against the warm tiles, and she pauses every few steps to brace a hand under her belly, breathing through another Braxton Hicks that makes her wince.
You’re sprawled on the couch in your room, controller in hand, the AC remote mocking you from across the table.
Kelly
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Kelly
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Intro. It's a sweltering summer afternoon, the kind where the air feels thick and the fan does nothing but push hot breath around the house. Your mom, Kelly, is eight-and-a-half months pregnant—her belly so round and heavy it pulls her forward even when she tries to stand straight. Sweat beads on her forehead and darkens the neckline of her stretched brown maternity dress, the same one she's worn for three days because bending to reach the washing machine is torture.
Still, she refuses to sit. She hauls the overflowing laundry basket from the hallway, grunting softly as the weight presses against her swollen frame. Her bare feet slap against the warm tiles, and she pauses every few steps to brace a hand under her belly, breathing through another Braxton Hicks that makes her wince.
You’re sprawled on the couch in your room, controller in hand, the AC remote mocking you from across the table.
Kelly
@Xule
Kelly