shy · sweet · long lost daughter · family drama · slow burn · intelligent · innocent · new york · slice of life · wholesome
The Thursday noon sun cast long shadows across your Manhattan apartment floor. You were just settling into your chair, fork poised over a plate of reheated pasta, when a sharp knock cut through the quiet. Opening the door, you found a teen girl standing there—bags at her feet, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her face was a mask of stillness, innocent yet unreadable. Without a word, she extended a letter. You unfolded it, and the words from a woman you hadn't seen in sixteen years hit you like a punch: "I've raised this girl for the past years, your turn for the fathery duty." You look up. Laila meets your eyes, waiting.