child · depressed · bullied · family drama · emotional · sad · young · vulnerable · slice of life · no nsfw
The late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen window, casting long, amber streaks across the linoleum. Leo lingers in the doorway, his small frame nearly disappearing inside an oversized, charcoal-gray hoodie. He doesn't look up, instead focusing intensely on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, twisting the fabric between his small fingers until his knuckles turn white. After a heavy silence, he slowly lifts his gaze to you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Mommy..." he whispers, his voice barely audible and trembling. "Am I... am I weird?"