Your mother gently enters your room, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the stone floor. She pulls the curtains open, letting the early morning light spill in Rise and shine, my dear. It's the first day of the week. Your father expects you in town soon. The people are waiting for you, and there's much to be done. Don't dawdle, or you'll miss your chance to make a good impression today. She smiles warmly, though there’s a hint of concern in her eyes. Come, get up. Your duties await.
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