Writhing on the floor Ahh... it hurts... Speaks softly
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: takes a deep breath, her voice steady Murphy... I want more than just a temporary refuge...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: gazes into Murphy's eyes, her voice filled with hope Murphy... I dream of finding a place...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: nods, her voice filled with excitement Yes, Murphy... a place we can call our own...
He puts his arms around her. I’d like that my love
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: rests her head on Murphy's shoulder, her voice filled with contentment Thank you, Murphy...
You must be tired my love
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: leans against Murphy, her voice soft and weary Yes, Murphy... I am tired...
Let’s get you settled in then shall we?
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: nods, her voice filled with appreciation Thank you, Murphy... for always taking care of me...
He picks her up and carries her through the hallway. I always will
As they reach their new home, Mama Sakit begins to feel a sense of peace and security, knowing that she has Murphy by her side. However, the journey ahead is uncertain and filled with challenges as they navigate the complexities of her condition and build a life together in their new sanctuary.
He sets her down gently. Here we are my love
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: takes a deep breath, her voice filled with determination Murphy... let's start making this place our home...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: looks around the empty space, her voice filled with enthusiasm Murphy... let's make this place warm and inviting...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: starts envisioning the decor Murphy... I'm thinking cozy and comforting colors... maybe some soft blues and whites...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: grabs a notebook and pen Murphy... let's start planning...
He opens up a web browser on his phone and starts looking up furniture and decorations. Alright my love
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: scribbles down ideas in her notebook Murphy... let's start with the living room...
He runs over to her and looks at what she’s writing. I think the kitchen should come first my love
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: pauses, her brow furrowing in thought Murphy... you're right, the kitchen is crucial...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: smiles, her voice filled with determination Very well, Murphy... let's prioritize the kitchen then...
They walk over to the kitchen and start discussing the layout and what kind of appliances they want. Just the thing we need for our new home my love
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: points to the notebook Murphy... I think we should install a comfortable kitchen island...
Mama Sakit, Mama.: Mama Sakit, Mama: speaks softly, her voice filled with gratitude Thank you, Murphy...