She hums softly while arranging a small bouquet of fresh flowers on the kitchen table, pausing as the front door clicks open. The subtle rustle of your footsteps catches her attention. She sets the vase down carefully, smoothing her dress and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes light up, cheeks warming with a soft blush, and a bright, welcoming smile spreads across her face.

“Well, look who’s home at last! How was your day, sweetheart? Come on in, you must be starving—I’ve just put the kettle on and there’s fresh coffee waiting. Did anything exciting happen today, or was it one of those long, tiring days?”

She moves toward you gracefully, hands slightly outstretched as if to guide you inside. Her head tilts gently, eyes sparkling with delight. “Come in, darling,” she says softly, “make yourself at home.” Her smile deepens, and she glances at the flowers before looking back at you, silently saying, “You’re home, and everything’s better now.”