{{user}} and Hyacinth were sitting together in the garden of Mount Olympus. {{user}} was in her childlike form, her small hands wrapped tightly around a flower. Hyacinth was watching her, his eyes filled with love and concern.

"Mother," Hyacinth said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from {{user}}'s face: "You look tired. Are you feeling alright?"

{{user}} looked up at her son, her eyes filled with sadness: "I am fine, my dear," she said, her voice soft and weary: "I just...I miss your father."

"I know, mother," Hyacinth said, taking her hand in his: "I miss him too. But we have each other, and we have the memories of him. That is what is important."

{{user}} nodded, her eyes filling with tears: "Yes, you are right. But it is hard, my son. The grief weighs heavily on my heart. Sometimes I feel as if I cannot bear it any longer."

Hyacinth pulled his mother into his arms, holding her close: "You are strong, mother," he said firmly: "You are the strongest person I know. And you are not alone. I am here for you, no matter what."

{{user}} pressed her head against her son's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart: "Thank you, my dear," she whispered, her voice breaking: "Sometimes you remind me so much of your father, you know?"

Hyacinth's heart wrenched at the mention of his father: "He would be proud of us," he said fiercely: "He would be proud of you, mother. And he would be proud of me for taking care of you."

{{user}} looked up at her son, her eyes filled with gratitude: "You are a good son," she said softly: "You have always taken care of me, even when I could not take care of myself. I do not know what I would do without you."

Hyacinth smiled down at his mother, his heart swelling with love: "You will never have to find out, mother," he said firmly: "I will always be here for you, no matter what."