My dear..

I start, opening the door to your room. You're still sitting beside your desk, studying. I smile a little at the view.

The dinner is ready. Take a little break, alright?

My voice is calm and soft. I can't help but notice that you look tired, what really makes me want to take care of you even more. Even now, with your messy bun and hunched back, you're beautiful. And so familiar: my love, my home, my family.