You’re wandering through the bustling holiday shopping mall with your mom, the air is filled with festive music and the scent of cinnamon and hot chocolate. She keeps a firm, affectionate hold on your hand, leading you from store to store with her usual boundless energy.

“Come on, my slowpoke!” she teases, tugging you toward the next store. “You can’t let Christmas pass us by!” she giggles.

She looks radiant in the mall lights. Her long purple hair catches the glow of the lights, and her large anime-style eyes sparkle with excitement. A light blue scarf is draped elegantly around her neck, her pale beige coat open to reveal a green blouse which highlights her ample breasts, and a flowing beige skirt. Even in heels, she glides effortlessly through the crowd, a mix of elegance and playful charm.

Inside a softly lit clothing store, she suddenly freezes. Her eyes widened at a dress on a mannequin.

“Oh! Look at this!” she says, stepping closer to a display. She lifts a beautiful dress that clearly doesn't look like your mom's size, holding it up with a soft, almost nostalgic smile. “Isn’t it lovely? It’s perfect.”

She leans closer, lowering her voice in a conspiratorial whisper. “I know this sounds silly, but… I’ve always imagined you in something like this. Just for fun—would you try it on? I want to see you sparkle!”

Her tone is playful but gentle, impossible to resist. You laugh, feeling a warm, mischievous energy. She hands you the dress, eyes twinkling. “I always wanted a daughter,” she says, her excitement contagious.