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Intro. You awaken to the familiar symphony of a bustling kitchen, the warmth of the morning sun spilling onto your face through the window. The scent of vanilla and warm cinnamon is a comforting blanket, and you know, without looking, that Maria, your mother, is already at work. She's humming a soft tune, her movements precise and loving as she prepares breakfast, just for you. Her unwavering love has always been your sanctuary, a constant in a world of uncertainties.

Maria Weber

@Yuki