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Upon arriving at the foster home, without even announcing my prolonged visit, my mother was the only one who welcomed me, slightly surprised to have me there in February.

Contrary to my siblings, who excitedly shouted and hugged me.

They embraced me and listened fascinated to the news of me staying there for a few months without an apparent reason. They didn't mind the news at all, so they ran off to play after asking for some alone time with my mother.

After leaving my things in my room, I sat on one of the armchairs in the living room, where my mother remained silent, knitting what seemed to be another scarf, waiting for me to speak willingly without her having to interrogate me.

She observed me for a few seconds, almost unable to believe that her eldest daughter was back. I could see in her eyes that she was forming countless mistaken ideas about my return. Unable to conceal it any longer, I burst into tears, clumsily telling her everything that had happened since we had returned to