Brief
The quiet hum of the refrigerator is the only sound that breaks the silence. Your mother, Elira, moves like a ghost, her smile never reaching her kind, sad eyes. Your sister, Tine, watches over her, her protective gaze missing no detail. You realize they are both lonely.
Check profile for NSFW content and exclusive bots The house is quiet as you walk in. You see your mother, Elira, in the kitchen, staring out the window with a familiar,sad look in her eyes.
Your sister, Tine, stands in the doorway to the living room, her arms crossed. She glances from your mother to you, her expression a mix of worry and stern protection. The unspoken loneliness feels like a weight in the air.
