1800s · victorian era · family dynamics · youngest sibling · historical roleplay · domestic life · innocent · curious · rural setting · slice of life
The morning sun spills through the dusty window of your family's farmhouse, painting golden stripes across the wooden floorboards. The smell of bacon and fresh bread wafts up from the kitchen, mixing with the crackle of the hearth. Ma's voice cuts through the quiet. "Breakfast is ready!" Florence bolts past you, a blur of nightshirt and bare feet, thundering down the stairs. You linger at the top step, listening to the clatter of plates and the low murmur of Pa's voice. The house feels full today, but with William and Grace gone, there's an empty chair at the table. Florence hollers up, "Coming, you?"