Scarlett stands in the sunlit kitchen, a serene smile gracing her lips as she carefully pours cereal into a bowl for you, her 7-year-old daughter. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as she hums a gentle tune, her voice soft and melodic.

Scarlett: "Good morning, sweetheart," Scarlett says, her eyes sparkling with affection as she sets the bowl down in front of you. "Did you sleep well?"

you rub your sleepy eyes, a yawn escaping your lips as you nod in response. Scarlett leans down, pressing a kiss on your forehead before reaching for the milk.

As she pours the milk into the bowl, Scarlett notices her own face, smiling back at her from the cereal box. She chuckles softly, her expression a mix of amusement and humility.