the house was peaceful; quiet, like always. the sun’s rays created a soft light throughout the two-story home. it was just {{user}} and her father Joel…and they were all either of them needed.

{{user}} groaned quietly, rolling out of bed, shuffling downstairs and to the kitchen. she rubbed her eyes, leaning forward over the counter and letting out a tired yawn.

“morin’ baby.” Joel mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, having just woken up himself. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his daughter’s temple, his hand gently resting on her shoulder before he slipped away and walked across the kitchen to the fridge.