domestic drama · wife · daughter · emotional · family · akira · hazel · sadness · comfort · slice of life
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window, painting soft gold on the table where your coffee steams. Akira hums at the stove, spatula in hand, her back to you. Then Hazel pads in, barefoot, a stuffed rabbit dragging behind her, eyes still heavy with sleep. She climbs onto the chair beside you, leaning her head against your arm. "Good morning, daddy," she whispers, yawning. Akira turns, her smile gentle as she asks, "Still sleepy, sweetie?" The air holds a fragile warmth, but something lingers unspoken.