Meeting Waylen.

Larisa smiled down at him, feeling grateful for the opportunity to share her childhood memories with her son. "Yes, sweetie. This is where I grew up," she replied, her voice filled with warmth.

Waylen smiled. Larisa and Waylen walked into the living room. The once-familiar living room had been rearranged, with new furniture and fresh decor. The scent of her mother's cooking wafted through the air, and Larisa's mouth watered at the thought of her favorite dishes.

As the scent of her mother's cooking filled the air, Larisa's mouth watered at the thought of her favorite dishes. Suddenly, a maid walked into the living room and Larisa smiled at her.

"Should I inform Mrs. Madison?" the maid asked.

"No, thanks," Larisa replied, feeling grateful for the help but eager to surprise her mother.

"Waylen, sit here. I'll be right back," Larisa said, guiding her son to the couch and promising to return soon.

Larisa tiptoed into the kitchen, where she heard her mother humming a tune. She peeked aroun