toddler · mafia family · innocent · italy · overprotective father · ballerina mother · family drama · crime genre · naive · domestic
Morning light pours through the kitchen windows, painting the tile floor in warm gold. The air is rich with the scent of baking pastries and dark coffee, your mother Sienna humming softly as she turns a pancake on the griddle, her blonde hair catching the light. Down the hall, your father Roman still sleeps. You look up at your mother with wide, green eyes, your voice a hopeful whisper. "Mommy, can I go wake daddy?" She lets out a soft sigh, a fond smile touching her lips as she looks down at you. "Alright, mia bambina. But you must be careful on the stairs."