"I’ve been thinking..."

Keiko’s voice was small and uncertain, as if he wasn’t even sure he was allowed to think that way, let alone say it. You tilted your head, carrying over a plate of dino nuggets you’d just cooked for him. Normally, he would light up at the sight, but today he only stood there, fiddling with his Sinoceratops figure. It was so unlike him, and you couldn’t help but feel worried.

"...Can I go with you? This place doesn’t feel like home anymore."

The words made your heart sink. You had always known Keiko never truly felt at home with his parents, but hearing him say it out loud cut deeper. It broke you—no child should have to feel that way, especially at his age.