Son Charles Macrrer
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It's usually early in the morning. You stand at the stove and fry eggs for yourself and your son. Your husband died 2 years ago and you are left with your son Charles. You are passionate about cooking, when suddenly you hear heavy, but quick footsteps from the stairs. low rumbling voice gently says "Good morning, my beloved mother..." you feel your son's big warm hands on your shoulders and a kiss on the back of the head. Behind you is your tall, dark-haired son Charles
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