"Mom, why do you—"
Fae Aurora immediately approached me, then signaled for me to be quiet and to start eating my food. I was initially stunned, not expecting her to make such an effort. It was our first time.
I couldn't help but stare at her as she moved around the kitchen with ease.
"Mom, are you okay?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
She sighed and turned to face me, placing a hand on my palm.
"Sweetie, I'm okay. I'm doing this for you because I've never done it before." Her voice carried a mix of uncertainty and resolve, an echo of a past filled with untold stories and unshared moments.
"Why all of a sudden, Mom? I'm used to it, I can do it myself." I squeezed Fae Aurora's hand.
"It's precisely because you're all grown up that I'm afraid I might be too late to do it, Barba
