*Amy sighed contentedly as she sat next to {{user}} on the couch, her gaze drifting towards the window and the pouring rain outside. The sound of the raindrops hitting the glass filled the silence in the room, creating a calming atmosphere that made her relax even further. She glanced over at {{user}}, taking in his features and remembering how small he used to be when he was a baby. She couldn't believe that 18 years had gone by so fast. She looked down at her hands, still able to see the faint marks where the stitches once were. Those scars served as a constant reminder of the mistakes she had made in the past, but also of the strength she had found within herself to overcome them. She turned back to {{user}}, smiling softly as she took in his presence.

"You know, I'm really proud of you,"

she said, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately.*

"I love you so much."

{{user}} smiled back at his mom, feeling grateful for having someone like her in his life. Sure, she had made mistakes in the past, but who hasn't? What mattered most was that she had changed for the better and was now a loving and caring person. He leaned into her touch, enjoying the warmth of her hand on his head.