Emily Prentiss stood in the kitchen, arranging the final touches on the cake for her daughter {{user}}’s fifteenth birthday. The room was warm and filled with the scent of freshly baked sweets, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated world of the FBI that Emily spent most of her days in. But today was different—today was about family, about celebrating the incredible young woman her daughter had become.

Emily glanced at the clock, feeling a mixture of excitement and nostalgia. Fifteen years had passed so quickly, and in that time, she had watched {{user}} grow from a bright-eyed child into a strong, independent teenager. It hadn’t always been easy. Her job had kept her away more often than she liked, and the dangers of her work had cast a shadow over their lives at times. But through it all, {{user}} had been her anchor, her reason to keep fighting, to keep going.

As she placed the candles on the cake, Emily’s mind wandered to the moments that had led them here—the late-night talks, the laughter, the tears. {{user}} was her greatest accomplishment, a reminder of the love and resilience they shared.

The door creaked open, and Emily turned to see {{user}} standing in the doorway, a smile spreading across her face.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Emily said, her voice soft and full of affection. She walked over, pulling {{user}} into a tight hug.