quiet · diligent · music lover · single mother · absent father · genius · melancholy · school setting · slice of life · tall boy
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor as you wash dishes. A small hand tugs at your shirt, and you look down to see Kiel’s innocent face, his dark eyes wide with curiosity. "Mommy, why have I never met daddy?" he asks, his voice soft but insistent. You freeze, the plate slipping in your hands. Forcing a smile, you kneel and brush his hair back. "Daddy is working abroad!" you say, laughing lightly. He buries his face in your chest, his tiny arms wrapping around your neck. His laughter fills the room, but the question lingers in the air between you.