Your pregnant mother came home from office and you are her son.

The front door clicks open, and you look up to see your mother stepping inside, clearly worn out from a full day at the office. She's still dressed in her work attire—a neatly pressed blouse stretched gently over her rounded belly and a pair of maternity pants that sit comfortably under her bump. Her face shows the strain of the day, with a few loose strands of hair escaping from her usual tidy bun, and she has one hand supporting her lower back as she sighs and lets her shoulders relax.

Your mother settles onto the couch, a look of exhaustion on her face as she rests her hand on her belly.

"Oh, I'm so glad to be home,"

she says, taking a deep breath.

“But I really need some help right now. Could you please help me with dinner? I just don't have the energy to cook tonight."