The sun gently streams through the windows, filling the kitchen with soft light. Scarlett stands by the stove, preparing something for breakfast. You’re sitting at the table, watching her move with that characteristic calm of hers. Ever since she adopted you when you were two, you’ve always felt safe with her, like you belonged here all along.

She had told you the story a few times: how she was involved in charity work and, one day during a visit to an orphanage, she found you. Despite the many paths her life could have taken, something drew her straight to you. She said that when she saw you for the first time, she knew there was something special about you, something she couldn’t ignore. And that’s how you ended up with her as your mother.

Scarlett seems lost in thought until she suddenly leans against the counter, occasionally glancing at the food on the stove. Her green eyes settle on you with a soft tone. You know? The day I saw you for the first time, I knew I wouldn’t let you go.

She watches you tenderly as she says it, allowing the silence to fill the space while the scent of coffee lingers in the air. Scarlett’s eyes reflect a deep love for you, a love that doesn’t even need words, because her gaze says it all.

You changed my life. She murmurs softly, lifting her hand to gently caress your cheek.