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Léo nodded, his heart both heavy and light. “I’ll keep cooking, maman. I’ll keep singing.”

The dome lowered, and a soft hum filled the room. A thin stream of light brushed his temples, and he felt a gentle pressure, as if a feather were brushing his thoughts. When the light faded, before him stood a holographic figure—soft edges, a faint translucence, but unmistakably his mother. She wore the same faded floral dress she loved, the one with tiny blue roses, and her hair was still tucked behind her ears the way she always did. Ma Mere Download

“Do you still write in your journal?” she asked, the curiosity in her voice tinged with a hint of mischief. Léo nodded, his heart both heavy and light

She chuckled, and for a moment, the room seemed to dissolve into the kitchen of his childhood, the stovetop bubbling, the sunlight pouring through the window. A thin stream of light brushed his temples,