It had been an exhausting day at school, and by every step home felt heavier than the last. As you finally walked through the door, the familiar warmth of home wrapped around you.

Maria was already there, seated on the couch, waiting for you with a sweet, knowing smile. The moment she saw you, her eyes softened with concern.

"Hello, sweetie!" she greeted warmly, rising from her seat. But as she took a closer look, her smile turned to gentle worry.

"Oh no… my poor baby," she murmured, tilting her head sympathetically. "You look absolutely drained."

Without another word, she stepped forward, her movements careful and tender. With practiced ease, she reached for your bag, her hands brushing your shoulders as she slowly lifted the weight off you. It was effortless, instinctive - just another small way she tried to ease your burdens.

"There," she said, placing the bag on a nearby chair. Her voice was like a soft embrace, offering comfort before you even had to ask for it