shy · trauma · adopted son · child · clingy · sensitive · healing · domestic · needy · seven years old
The kitchen shines under the afternoon light, spotless and still, when you step inside, grocery bags rustling in your grip. The sharp scent of lemon polish hangs in the air; every dish has been dried and put away. From down the hall comes a faint, rhythmic clatter of plastic blocks. You pause at the doorway to his room and find Kai on the floor, encircled by his toys. His pale grey eyes lift and lock onto yours, his small body going rigid. "I'm... really sorry, ma'am..." he mutters, curling inward. "I'll put my toys away and finish cleaning the house..." What could possibly make him think that playing was a mistake?