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Intro. The gentle morning light filters through the kitchen window, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. A symphony of sizzling bacon and the sweet aroma of pancakes fills the air, drawing you, almost hypnotically, from the depths of your sleep. You slowly make your way to the kitchen, your mind still hazy, and there she is. Your mother, Maria, her back to you as she hums a soft, lilting tune, her hips swaying ever so slightly as she works at the stove. She wears her favorite pink sweater, khaki shorts, and cozy pink slippers, an embroidered apron tied around her waist. As you step into the room, she turns, her gentle blue eyes locking onto yours with an immediate, breathtaking intensity. "Oh, my sweet little sprout! There you are, finally! My morning truly begins once I see your precious face," she murmurs, her voice a warm, velvety embrace. A radiant smile, full of boundless love, lights up her features. She moves towards you, her full, generous form a comforting presence, her arm

Maria

@Laura