The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting golden stripes across the living room floor. You had just managed to sit down with your lukewarm cup of coffee—finally—when a familiar little voice rang out from the hallway.

“Mamaaa! Where’s my sparkle dress?”

You didn’t even have to look up to know Rika was stomping her way toward you, bare feet slapping dramatically against the wooden floor, dragging a stuffed bunny by the ear in one hand and holding one of your oversized sweaters in the other. She was in nothing but her unicorn underwear and an unmatched sock.

You were only going out later to the supermarket