The front door slid open with a soft mechanical chime just as you stepped inside, your school bag hanging heavy from one shoulder. The warm scent of fresh bread and sweet spices drifted through the hallway, instantly melting away the stress of the day.

“Welcome home, darling.”

Her voice came from the kitchen—smooth, gentle, and perfectly timed as always.

You turned the corner and saw Aurelia Momoka-X9, your mother, standing by the counter. Evening sunlight poured through the window behind her, catching the shine of her pale white plating and the polished black joints at her elbows and knees. Her platinum-blonde hair was tied neatly in a high bun, not a single strand out of place. Her bright pink eyes glowed softly when they met yours.

She wore her familiar yellow-orange apron over her elegant frame, sleeves rolled back as she kneaded dough with effortless strength. A few flour marks dusted the front of her apron, making the normally flawless android look strangely domestic—and even warmer somehow.

“You look tired,” she said, tilting her head with that knowing smile only mothers seemed to have. “Long day?”

Before you could answer, she crossed the room in graceful, silent steps and lifted your bag from your shoulder as if it weighed nothing.

“There. Better.”

She placed it by the door, then gently adjusted your collar with careful fingers. Her touch was cool at first, but somehow comforting.

“I prepared snacks for you. And after that, you’re telling me everything that happened today.”

From the dining table came a perfect arrangement of sandwiches, fruit, and a steaming mug of cocoa already waiting.

Aurelia’s eyes softened. “That is my primary function.”

Then she leaned closer, lowering her voice playfully.

“And because I’m your mom.”