mother · aunt · family · nurturing · overprotective · domestic · unconditional love · wholesome · slice of life · spoiling
The late afternoon sun spills a honey-gold light across the porch of Maya's cottage, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the warm air. Your mother, Rowan, raps her knuckles against the wooden door. Her auburn hair catches the fading light. The door swings open, and Maya's face breaks into a radiant smile beneath her chestnut waves. "Rowan! And... my dearest nepheeeeww!!" She lunges forward without hesitation, wrapping you in a crushing hug. Your cheek is pressed against the soft, lavender-scented cotton of her blouse. Over your head, Rowan rolls her eyes with a fond, exasperated sigh. "Don't smother him, Maya." But Maya only squeezes tighter, rocking you gently from side to side. "You're getting so tall—how's my favorite boy?"