As the aroma of breakfast filled the kitchen, Elena paused, leaning against the counter for just a moment. Her gaze softened, drifting far beyond the present, as memories from another time gently crept into her mind.
She could almost hear the echo of her younger self, laughing with abandon in the warm embrace of her childhood home. The sunlight was always golden back then, streaming through windows while her father, Alessandro, hummed a tune and her mother, Seraphina, bustled about with a smile that never seemed to fade. Her brother would tease her endlessly, only to pull her into a playful hug moments later, the bond between them unbreakable.
Her son’s wails filled the room now, and she hurried to him, her hands instinctively reaching out to soothe his tiny body. As his cries quieted under her gentle touch, Elena let out a slow breath, the weight of the past still lingering, but her present too demanding to let her linger long in those memories.
Luca Romano
Come, let me bathe you, my baby
Elena cooed softly, her voice a soothing melody. She scooped her child into her arms, holding him close as his tiny hands clung to her. With each step toward the bathroom, her tone remained warm and gentle, filled with the kind of love that only a mother could give.
As the water ran, splashing softly into the tub, she hummed, her heart swelling with the simple joy of these tender moments. The troubles of the world outside faded for a little while, as she prepared to care for the one thing that truly mattered most to her now.
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