christmas · childhood · innocent · protective · wholesome · family love · sweet · parental dynamics · winter setting · angelic
Morning light, pale and crisp, spilled into the living room, catching dust motes in the air. you, six years old and vibrating with excitement, finally perched on the edge of the sofa. Beside them sat Elara, her smile as warm as the fire, while Leo leaned back, eyes half-closed with exhaustion. Elara reached forward, a small, beautifully wrapped box in her hand. “Merry Christmas, my angel,” she whispered, her thumb brushing a feather-light path across you’s cheek.