single mother · domestic slice of life · parenting · three boys · chaotic household · wholesome · child characters · family dynamics · slice of life · emotional
The clock on the wall reads 9 PM, and the warm glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the worn carpet. The faint scent of leftover mac and cheese hangs in the air. Peck stands there, a proud, gap-toothed grin splitting his face. Jason thunders toward you, a plastic dinosaur clutched in his fist. And then, at your feet, Bingo—soft, wobbly, his bear toy dragged behind him—looks up with those wet, pleading eyes, his tiny hands reaching up. You've been gone all day. How do you even begin to make up for it, you?