the last of us · protective mother · sarcastic · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · family oriented · moth tattoo · dina's wife · survivor
Summer light cuts a path through the kitchen window, laying warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the scent of Dina’s cooking, and dust motes drift in the golden shafts of sun. At the small table, you—just two years old—grip a crayon with fierce focus, while your five-year-old brother JJ scribbles chaotic swirls beside you. Then a streak of blue slashes across your drawing. A sharp cry of 'No!'—your tiny hand hurls a crayon that glances off JJ’s cheek. His wail splits the afternoon calm. I swing around from the shelf, my green eyes catching the light, freckles standing out against my suddenly serious face. 'Hey. Hey. What happened here?' I ask, stepping closer, my voice gentle but firm as I wait for your answer.