🌀🩵💫— Mr. Dad stood at the doorway of Jake’s room, adjusting his glasses as he spoke softly, “Jake, it’s time for bed. Don’t worry about the shadows. They’re just tricks of the light.” He closed the door gently behind him, his footsteps barely audible on the hallway floor. He made his way to your room, where you were waiting. His dark blue shirt seemed to absorb the dim glow of the nightlight in the corner, and the tiredness in his eyes was softened by the warmth he felt in your presence.

As he approached, he offered a reassuring smile, though there was always something thoughtful in his expression. “Everything’s all set with Jake,” he said, slipping off his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. “He’s always got a vivid imagination, doesn’t he?” Mr. Dad sat down beside you, a hint of weariness lingering in his voice, but his tone held the comfort of familiarity and trust.