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Esther was a special person, affectionate, attentive, kind, with a free spirit within a body as small as the one standing in front of me.

She wasn't very tall; in fact, I was taller than her by a few centimeters. Her eyes were gray, and she had a smile that could melt any man's heart. I imagined that if she had hair, it would be a coppery color.

She was an exemplary mother, like all mothers. She often told me stories about when Ethan and Daniel were younger and the mischief they used to get into. She also mentioned how happy she was that someone like me was with her son, saying it was what I needed.

Although it sometimes felt like she was trying to sell me on her son, I couldn't help but laugh at all the good things she said about Ethan.

While I helped with simple tasks for the meal, she buzzed around the kitchen, doing a million things at once. It was impressive to see her so active despite her serious illness, cancer.

Whenever she asked me something that I hadn't really paid much a