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Eva

As I sat in my warm living room, savoring each bite of my dinner while watching TV, my mind began to wander. I couldn't shake off the memory of Lorenzo's mother from this afternoon. She was so beautiful and even looked young, not at all what I had expected. Her radiant smile and warm eyes lingered in my thoughts.

But as I delved deeper into the memory, my heart ached. I wished my own mother was still alive to see the strong, independent woman I was growing into. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I remembered my parents, who had left me too soon. The pain of their loss still lingered, a constant ache in my heart.

I missed my mother dearly, and moments like these made the ache feel fresh again. I felt the sting of loneliness, the longing for maternal love that I could never experience again. My eyes began to cloud with tears as I let the memories wash over me, the grief still raw and tender.

Eventually, I went to the bedroom and lay on the bed. I couldn't shake off the feel