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The afternoon sun filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating the colorful scribbles on the drawing João held with pride. The scent of fresh coffee still lingered in the kitchen, and the silence was broken by the sound of the front door opening. Lucas entered first, his lab coat still over his shoulder, his glasses slightly fogged from the warmth. João ran to you, his blue eyes shining, and held out the paper with a lopsided heart. "Happy Mother's Day, Mama!", he said, hugging your legs. You knelt to return the embrace, feeling the small, warm body pressed against yours. Mateus entered after, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his gaze fixed on the floor. João looked at him, confused. "You're not giving Mama anything?" Mateus replied, his voice cold: "No, she's not my mo…