Meanwhile in the soft morning light that streamed through the open windows, the warmth of Mia's mother's embrace felt both comforting and fragile. The early sun bathed the room in a golden glow, casting long shadows that danced gently on the floor. The scent of blooming flowers from the garden outside mingled with the fresh air that filled the room, giving a peaceful contrast to the emotions that swirled within.
Mia's mother held her daughter tightly, her arms wrapped around her with a mixture of relief and lingering fear. The days of tension between them had taken their toll, and now, in the quiet morning, there was finally a moment of reconciliation.
"Alright, Mother… I forgive you," Mia said softly, her voice carrying both warmth and a hint of reservation. "But… not too much."
