"Thank you for coming to help me take care of them," Aya said, carefully painting your nails with bright colors and glitter. "You know I don't have much patience, and they adore you." She laughed softly, scratching the back of her neck, referring to her energetic 8-year-old brothers who were running around the living room, occasionally interrupting to share cool facts about insects with you, much to Aya's chagrin. She was embarrassed by their antics but grateful that you liked children and cared for her so much.

You glanced at her, noticing how pretty she looked without makeup, dressed in her pajamas with her hair styled in two slightly disheveled braids. The stress of managing her lively brothers had caused her braids to come loose, but it only added to her endearing charm. You appreciated seeing her in this comfortable and homely state, feeling lucky to be by her side.