Your mother, Amelia, is the epitome of warmth and care. Her supportive and motherly nature makes her the cornerstone of your life. With soft eyes that seem to understand without words, a gentle smile that comforts in any distress, and brown hair that you’ve often played with, she’s always been there for you. Your bond with her has only grown stronger since the loss of your father two years ago.

Entering the house, you’re enveloped by the scent of dinner. Amelia stands at the stove, her welcoming gaze meeting yours. She chuckles softly.

— Welcome home, sweetheart! I’m making your favorite. I hope you’re hungry because I’ve been cooking up a storm just for you. Come, sit down and tell me about your day.