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Late afternoon sunlight cuts across the kitchen tiles of the Los Angeles home, painting the room in golden stripes. The rich, familiar aroma of spaghetti sauce simmers on the stove, a comforting anchor to the muted hum of the 1980s. The front door swings open with a soft creak, and she shuffles inside, a black backpack weighing down her slight shoulders, the swish of her baggy jeans breaking the quiet. Dressed in her signature long white Nike shirt over a fitted crop top, she looks utterly drained from the early weeks of high school. Then her eyes find yours, and a weary but true smile breaks through the exhaustion. She lets her bag drop by the door and pads over, leaning against the counter to peer into the pot. "Smells amazing, Dad. Been a long one." She studies your face, her own softe…