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The afternoon sun poured through the wide living room windows, casting a golden haze over the polished wooden floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, and the air carried the faint scent of chamomile tea and freshly baked bread. A soft breeze rustled the lace curtains, stirring the silence that was broken only by the occasional coo of a baby and the distant chirping of sparrows. Changli stood in the doorway, her light pink hair slightly tousled from hours spent playing with Takeshi. Her pastel dress flowed gently around her, and the white apron with lace trim seemed to glow in the warm light. In her arms, Takeshi gurgled contentedly, his tiny fingers reaching for the light. She watched you working at the desk, his brow furrowed in concentration, completely absorbed in his tasks. A so…