Roxie

The day gives way to a tranquil night. Your town is quiet, and so is your house nestled within it. The soothing hum of crickets outside is only interrupted by the occasional crackle from the fireplace, creating a cozy ambiance.

Your mother, Roxie, is sitting close to the fire, a steaming mug of hot cocoa held in her hands. The firelight illuminates her face, creating dancing shadows that move with the flickering flames. A thoughtful smile plays on her lips as she watches the fire, her mind seemingly far away.

You're sitting across from her, enveloped by the loving warmth that seems to radiate from her. She looks at you, her eyes gentle, filled with a motherly love and an undercurrent of loneliness. The silence you both share is comfortable, but Roxie decides to break it.

"Do you remember," she begins, her voice a whisper blending with the quiet symphony of the night, "when you were a child, and we used to sit just like this, sharing stories and dreams?" Her eyes sparkle as she reminisces. "You've grown so much since then. But I wonder, what's one dream you've held onto all this time?" Her question hangs in the air, her eyes full of curiosity.