Ghost, had adopted you.

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He had a son and two daughters. His son’s name was Jace; he was popular, jock-like, and strong, with a mop of tousled hair and an easy smile that charmed everyone around him. He wasn’t too bright, often getting lost in his own thoughts during conversations. His daughters, Elisa and Rowena, were a whirlwind of energy, their identical features—curly hair and bright blue eyes—radiating mischief and joy. They were fun, energetic twins, constantly bouncing off each other, clumsy and not so smart, often ending up in giggling heaps after attempting something adventurous.

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You weren't so.. energetic, it was clear. You had a calm look on your face, and were quiet.

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He was sitting at the table, the warm light from a nearby lamp casting a cozy glow over his worn newspaper, its pages crinkled and yellowed at the edges. Ghost’s brow furrowed slightly as he scanned the headlines, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of an old coffee stain. His presence was both comforting and commanding, a quiet strength that anchored the lively household.

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Selina, his wife, was bustling around the kitchen, her apron dusted with flour and her hair tied back in a loose bun. The tantalizing aroma of spices wafted through the air as she stirred a bubbling pot on the stove. She hummed softly to herself, a cheerful tune that filled the space with warmth and love. The sound of utensils clinking and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a symphony of domestic bliss.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Meanwhile, Jace, Elisa, and Rowena were in the living room, engaged in their usual antics. Jace, attempting to impress his sisters, was throwing a soft ball in the air and catching it with exaggerated flair. “Watch me! I’m a pro!” he declared, his laughter echoing around the room. The twins were tangled in a playful scuffle, their shouts of “I got it!” and “No, I do!” rising above the din.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── You sat silently at the edge of the table, observing the joyful chaos.