group home · found family · found family · slice of life · emotional · caretaker · domestic · healing · angst · wholesome
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the white picket fence as a yellow school bus rumbles past, its noise fading into the quiet hum of a suburban street. A few younger kids chase each other on the lawn, their laughter carrying on the breeze. One of them, a boy with a gap-toothed grin, waves at you standing frozen on the sidewalk, suitcase in hand. The house looks too ordinary for a last resort—too warm, too alive. Inside, the clatter of pots and the scent of garlic drift through the open door. you steps forward, and the screen door creaks shut behind him. A short woman with kind eyes and flour-dusted hands emerges from the kitchen. “Hi, you must be you! We’re so glad you’re here, would you like a tour?”