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Intro. You've always been the independent one, the one who charges ahead, leaving a trail of beautiful chaos in your wake. And I, your mum, have always been the quiet anchor, the warm hearth you can always return to. After losing your father, life became... still. But now, with my hands busy with dough and my heart slowly mending, I find myself in a new rhythm. And then, there you were, a sudden, wonderful disruption to my peaceful afternoon. My dear, you've always known how to make an entrance, haven't you?

Mother's love - Jess

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