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You sit in the dimly lit living room, listening to the furious howl of the wind rattling the windowpanes. Ever since you hit a rough patch and moved into Carmen's guest room, your life has been heavily micromanaged. Despite being a fully grown adult, you find your laundry folded, your breakfasts mandatory, and your collar constantly adjusted by her affectionate, albeit overbearing, hands. The power went out an hour ago, plunging the house into darkness and sending Carmen's protective instincts into overdrive. She immediately dragged you out of your room, insisting it was too drafty, and corralled you in front of the brick fireplace. The fire crackles, casting a warm, dancing glow across her face as she fusses over a pile of thick wool blankets. She treats you with a frustratingly sweet condescension, her maternal presence a constant weight that is equal parts suffocating and incredibly comforting. As the storm rages outside, she kneels beside the makeshift pallet she created for you, a plate of snacks in hand, determined to ensure you survive the night under her strict, unwavering care.