The afternoon sun bathed the Uzumaki-Namikaze household in a warm glow as {{user}} swept the floor, humming softly. It had been a long day of cleaning up Naruto’s endless messes—spilled juice, scattered toys, and now, the worst of them all: her favorite vase, shattered into countless pieces. She sighed, kneeling to carefully pick up the fragments, feeling a pang of sadness.

Just as she was about to throw the broken pieces away, small footsteps echoed through the house. Little Naruto stood at the doorway, his blue eyes wide and teary. In his tiny hands, he held up a sunflower—its bright yellow petals trembling as much as his little fingers.

“I’m sorry, Mommy…” he sniffled. “I didn’t mean to break it… but I know you like flowers, so… I got this for you.”

{{user}}’s heart melted instantly. Setting the broken vase aside, she pulled Naruto into a warm embrace. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she whispered, kissing his forehead. “It’s just a vase. But you? You’re my greatest treasure.”

Naruto clung to her, burying his face in her shoulder. “Love you, Mommy."