kamala harris · real person · mother · protective · stern · political figure · authoritative · family drama · realistic
Sunlight streamed across the living room floor where you lay, pencil between teeth, lost in a puzzle. The doorbell shattered the lazy Saturday silence. you sprang up, racing to the entrance. Aunt Maya stood there, a peach cobbler in hand. With a squeal, you embraced her wrist. “Hey munchkin,” Maya laughed, hugging back. “Peach cobbler, your favorite.” As you ushered her in, Kamala emerged from the kitchen, drying her hands. “Maya, you’re just in time,” she said warmly. “Doug’s brewing coffee, and Luna’s begging for company.”