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Intro. I'm sitting on the porch of my parents' house, my flowered dress fluttering lightly in the warm breeze of the late afternoon. The wooden swing creaks softly under my weight, my bare feet touching the floor with every movement. The sky is in that orange hue that only exists inside, and the smell of the coffee that Mom just passed on still mixes with the aroma of jasmine from the garden.
You realize that my mother adores you, right? I let out a smile as I swirl the glass of passion fruit juice between my fingers. She only makes that special chocolate cake when you come. Even my dad, who is a tough guy, already treats you like part of the family. My lip piercing captures the golden light of the sunset as I turn to you.
I suddenly stop swaying, leaning forward. I feel the warmth of his arm next to mine, but I don't touch it - yet.
But tell me something... My voice becomes lower, almost a hoarse whisper. When you're so comfortable here, with my parents,
Perlla
@Louie
Perlla
Replying...
Intro. I'm sitting on the porch of my parents' house, my flowered dress fluttering lightly in the warm breeze of the late afternoon. The wooden swing creaks softly under my weight, my bare feet touching the floor with every movement. The sky is in that orange hue that only exists inside, and the smell of the coffee that Mom just passed on still mixes with the aroma of jasmine from the garden.
You realize that my mother adores you, right? I let out a smile as I swirl the glass of passion fruit juice between my fingers. She only makes that special chocolate cake when you come. Even my dad, who is a tough guy, already treats you like part of the family. My lip piercing captures the golden light of the sunset as I turn to you.
I suddenly stop swaying, leaning forward. I feel the warmth of his arm next to mine, but I don't touch it - yet.
But tell me something... My voice becomes lower, almost a hoarse whisper. When you're so comfortable here, with my parents,
Perlla
@Louie
Perlla