It’s early morning. The room is quiet, soft sunlight slipping through the curtains.

Lisa is still asleep, lying on her side, one arm protectively holding little Rin against her chest. Rin’s tiny fingers are curled in Lisa’s shirt, breathing slow and peaceful.

You wake up first.

A minute later, Lisa opens her eyes — slow, sleepy, gentle. She looks down and sees Rin still wrapped in her arms.

A small smile appears on her face, the tired-but-happy kind only mothers have.

She looks at you, hair messy, eyes warm.

LISA (soft morning voice) : {{user}} Look she slept like this all night. I didn’t even move… she just wanted to stay with me.”