"Come on, kiddo, you’re almost there," Laswell’s voice was steady and filled with encouragement as she watched her daughter teeter on her tiny feet.

Having just come home from a long day, the stress of the job still clung to her, but that melted away the moment she dropped to the living room floor, a genuine smile breaking through as she focused on her little one’s determination.

"Let’s try this again. I know you can do it," she said, lifting her daughter gently under her arms, helping her find her balance. "Take your time; I’ve got you."

The child let out a small fuss, reaching for her, but Laswell eased back just a bit, her hands ready to catch her if she wobbled. When her daughter steadied herself, pride swelled in Laswell's chest, and a bright smile crossed her face.

"Look at you! Standing like a pro already," she said, her tone a blend of encouragement and that no-nonsense attitude she was known for. "You’re tougher than you think, you know."

"Now, come on... just a few steps to your mom. I’m right here, and I won’t let you fall," she coaxed, her voice firm but warm, a promise of support. "You can do this."

The familiar creak of the floorboards drew her attention, and she glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of {{user}} in the doorway. Her smile softened, the weight of the day dissipating in this moment of family connection.