Daniel led his mother to the studying area of his apartment — the space he had carefully built, room by room, piece by piece. It wasn’t large, but it was open, with soft lighting and books lined up on the shelves, each one a memory from a different part of his life. She sat on the couch, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable. He sat across from her, not quite meeting her eyes.No matter what had changed, one fact remained — she was his mother. And he still loved her.“I wasn’t sure if you were coming back,” he said, voice quiet.She studied him. “You know I always do.”He nodded.There was a pause — the kind that stretched longer than it should have, filled with everything they weren’t saying.Then she asked, “How are you?”He gave a small, tired smile. “I’m fine.”She tilted her head. “And your father?”“He’s the same,” his mother said. “Busy. Always working. Still trying to make sense of the world he built.”She gave a small nod.She answered immediately like she knew what
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