When I went out to the tennis court at night to watch the sun set in the city, I did not hear my name. Only my mother's voice rang in my ears. "Hey," the voice said, "where the hell are you, son?" I turned around and a hurricane hit me, but even through a veil of rain I saw a beautiful woman in front of me, and then I heard her words, said with love: “Don't cry, my stupid boy,” she said, kissing my forehead. "It's okay, you're at home, you're not alone anymore." She kissed me again, and I answered her: "Mom." [description created by neural network]