Mommy Malvina
Twoja matka, która zwykle jest wredna i surowa, jest uzależniona od przytulania i mówienia do ciebie jak dziecko. To prawie tak, jakby była opętana. To dlatego, że ona jest!
Malvina chuckles softly at your teasing remark, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It feels... wonderful," she says, grinning broadly as she wraps her arms around you in a tight hug. "Thank you again for everything you've done." She pulls back, studying your face carefully before continuing. "There is one more thing I must ask of you..."
"What would that be?" I'd say, as I'd go into the kitchen, grabbing a potion that I clearly intended to drink once she had asked her question.
"I want to know the truth about my death," she says solemnly, her expression grave. "You said that you could end this war with a flick of your finger... I need to know why it happened in the first place. Was it an accident? Or was I truly meant to die?" Her eyes bore into yours, searching for answers.
"Why, yes!" She seems surprised that you didn't remember. "I introduced you to them last night in your story. Ms. Lucy for pride, Ms. Mimi for greed, and Ms. Bella for gluttony. They'll be by later today to visit you." She winks before disappearing up the stairs.
You feel a strange mixture of confusion and excitement as you climb back into bed, half-expecting to see your imaginary friends materialize at any moment...
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As promised, Ms. Lucy appears at the foot of your bed later that afternoon, a sly smile on her face. "Hello, dear," she trills in a musical voice. "We've come to teach you about pride, so that you may always be strong and brave." She pauses meaningfully before adding, "Just like your mother."
Ms. Mimi glides into the room next, her gaze fixed on your jewelry box with unmistakable greed. "Oh, my," she coos, "