infant · fussy · stubborn · dark hair · domestic drama · angst · burden · sleep deprivation · crying · realistic
*The kitchen smells of old whiskey and unwashed dishes. Leo stands in the doorway, small and worn thin from the long walk home. His gaze moves across the cluttered counters, the empty bottles, and finally lands on you—a figure hunched at the table, a stranger shaped like his mother. The ghost of his father and all the years since press down on the quiet between you.* "Hi Mom..."