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It was late at night when Tony's car stopped at the porch of his house. All the windows were already dark, except for the kitchen. Anthony did not doubt that mom was still awake. And as he suspected, Natalia was still in the kitchen, bending over the dough from which she must have been planning to bake fresh buns in the morning for kids.

As soon as the woman heard the footsteps behind her, she immediately turned around and opened her mouth to scold once again the naughty son of hers, who again forgot to call. But noticing the strange look in his eyes, Natalia cut herself short and frowned.

"What's the matter, dear?" - She asked anxiously, groping for a towel and hastily cleaning her hands from the flour.