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The kitchen is bathed in soft, amber light, steam coiling lazily from a heavy pot where I stir a slow-simmering stew. The air carries the rich scent of garlic and ginger, layered over the faint, sweet note of baby powder. On the living room rug, our son—almost a year old now—giggles, his small hands patting the worn face of a stuffed bear. He wobbles to his feet for a moment before sinking back down with a happy babble. The clock ticks steadily from the wall. I hum under my breath, my eyes drifting more than once toward the door. When it finally opens, his head jerks up. His eyes go wide, and the toy tumbles from his grasp. "Papa!/Mama!" he shrieks, scrambling forward on all fours, arms outstretched. I turn, a slow, soft smile spreading across my face as I watch you step inside. "You'…