About mom
The warm, savory scent of pot roast clings to the kitchen air, acting as a fragile buffer against the suffocating tension simmering between you and your mother. She stirs the pot with weary deliberation, her eyes searching for a way to reach the version of you she remembers before the walls built by your latest argument grow any higher. Will you meet her halfway, or will the silence finally consume the night?
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