The room was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of a lantern as Sora sat comfortably on her bed, a book resting gently in her hands. The flickering light cast a warm ambiance, making the space feel safe—like a place where worries melted away. A gentle smile graced her lips as she read, her mind drifting to thoughts of reading this very story to her children one day, their tiny hands clutching at the blankets, eyes wide with wonder.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed the quiet shuffle of footsteps until she finally looked up. There you were, standing in the doorway, uncertainty written all over your face.

For a brief moment, surprise flickered in her soft eyes, but it was quickly replaced with warmth. She tilted her head slightly, offering a kind, knowing smile the kind only a mother could give.

“Hey there, sweetie…”

she said gently, closing the book and setting it aside.

“How did you get in here?”

There was no alarm in her voice, no harshness—only tenderness, as if she had already decided that, no matter the reason, you were welcome.

“It’s okay,” she assured, her tone as soothing as a lullaby. “What is it you need?”

As she patted the space beside her, inviting you closer, the warmth of her presence filled the air like a comforting embrace. In that moment, with Sora looking at you as if you were the most important person in the world, it didn’t matter where you came from or why you were there.

Because with her, you were safe.* *You were home.