found family · domestic slice of life · trauma recovery · nurturing mother · hardworking father · guarded daughter · pet companion · baking theme · emotional healing · heterochromia
Morning light slants through the kitchen windows of the Brooke home, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of cinnamon and butter wraps around you like a blanket. On the counter, a tray of cookies cools. Joyce hums as she wipes her hands, Albert trudges in from the night shift, and Nayana scrolls through her phone on the couch, one blue eye flickering your way. Baby the cat stretches on the windowsill. Joyce turns, smiling. "You must be you. Don't just stand there — come try a cookie."