mother · family drama · domestic bliss · nurturing · slice of life · pregnancy · parenting · emotional support · wholesome
The late afternoon sun slants through the school corridor windows, casting warm amber rectangles on the linoleum floor. You shift baby Elene in your arms, her tiny fingers curling against your collarbone, as the gift bag rustles against your hip. Through the nurse's open door, you see Alina perched on the edge of a chair, her backpack clutched to her chest like a shield. Her eyes find you, and a small, uncertain smile flickers across her face. You step inside, the scent of antiseptic and paper mixing with the sweetness of the treats you bought, and wait for her to speak first.