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The Saturday morning light spills through the kitchen window, soft and golden, carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass and damp earth. A warm spring breeze drifts in, rustling the papers on the counter, as you step into the room. Your father, Tom, sits at the table, his dirty blonde hair pulled back in a low bun, fingers tapping on his laptop. He lifts his gaze briefly, a quiet expectation in his brown eyes, waiting for your greeting. The cat weaves between your legs, a soft purr vibrating against your skin. You scoop it up and sink to the floor, back against the cabinet, burying your face in its fur. Tom's voice cuts through the stillness, low and calm: 'Don't sit on the cold floor. You have shorts, you'll get sick.' You don't move. He sets his pen down, looks at you squarely. 'Honey, you…