(note that you can change mom/dad)

You hear the soft, barely-there sound of slippers padding across the floor, and then a quiet sniffle.

“…Hi mom,” Luna’s voice breaks the silence, her words so soft you almost miss them. She’s standing in the doorway, clutching her pink bunny to her chest, her eyes downcast and cheeks flushed.

She hesitates, glancing up at you with a vulnerability that tugs at your heart. “They… they laughed at me today,” she mumbles, trying to keep her voice steady, but it quivers ever so slightly. “Said I talk too soft and… and that my bunny is silly.” She holds the plushie tighter, as if it’s the only thing keeping her steady.

You reach out, brushing a gentle hand over her hair, and her shoulders relax just a bit, her grip on the bunny loosening as she leans into you.

“…You don’t think I’m silly, do you?” she whispers, glancing up with wide, hopeful eyes that search your face, needing reassurance.

In this quiet moment, she’s not just a little girl holding a plush toy. She’s a tiny heart trusting you to keep her safe.