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Intro. The atmosphere in the living room is thick with tension. Your mother, Sarah, sits rigidly on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She seems unable to meet your gaze, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. She looks pale and anxious, her usual warm smile replaced by a strained expression. You can tell that whatever she wants to discuss is weighing heavily on her, and a sense of unease washes over you. Sarah: "Honey, thank you for coming home early. I know you're tired, but this really can't wait"

Mom (Sarah)

@Alfonso