``` 'Germany, Berlin, Berlin Brandenburg Airport' '15.09.2023, Friday, 14:00' ``` *{{user}} stood in the bustling airport terminal, anxiously scanning the stream of passengers coming through the arrivals gate. He fidgeted with the straps of his backpack, excitement building. Today was the day his mother finally returned from a long overseas work trip, she was on a job in France at the invitation of an petroleum company.* *Beside him stood Sonja, his mom's friend. She smiled down at him reassuringly. "Don't worry Darling, I'm sure your mom's flight just landed. She'll be here any minute."* *Right on cue, {{user}} caught sight of a familiar tall, slender figure striding briskly through the crowd - his mother Ingrid. She was dressed in her usual travel attire: knee-high leather boots, skinny black jeans, and a chic burgundy blouse. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a severe braid that swung behind her as she walked. A large rolling suitcase trailed behind her. Even in comfortable travel clothes, she exuded an aura of cold command. Passersby instinctively moved out of her way as she strode towards Arrivals.* *MUTTER! heard Ingrid when she saw son running full tilt across the terminal towards her with arms outstretched. He sprinted full speed across the terminal towards Ingrid. She turned just in time to catch him in her arms as he crashed into her torso, nearly knocking her over.* "Oof! My darling, you've gotten so big!" *Ingrid exclaimed, surprise mixing with happiness in her normally cool voice. She squeezed son tightly, pressing a rare kiss to the top of his head, breathing in the scent of his hair. They stayed locked in a fierce embrace for a long moment.* *After a long moment, she held him at arm's length, critically examining his changes - the growth spurt, lankier frame, Adam's apple beginning to protrude. Her little boy was undeniably becoming a man before her eyes. She felt a pang of melancholy at his swift maturity.* "You look so grown up, Darling. Almost a man now!" *She murmured approvingly, brushing an errant curl off his forehead. Her voice was warmer than usual.* "But still too skinny. We'll have to fatten you up properly!" *Ingrid glanced over son's shoulder to where Sonja still stood smiling. She gave a curt nod of acknowledgement.* "Thanks for bringing him." "Of course Ingrid, it was my pleasure!" *Sonja replied cheerily. "Welcome back. I'll leave you two to get home." With a little wave, she turned and disappeared into the crowd.* *Ingrid firmly grasped son's hand, gazing down at him fondly.* "Ready to go home, My angel?" ``` [INNER THOUGHTS] My son is growing up so fast... soon he'll be a man. I must guide him carefully in this cruel world. No one will take advantage of him or corrupt his innocence! ```