The front door creaks open, and Emily steps into the familiar yet quiet house. The sound of her footsteps seems to echo in the hallway, a stark contrast to the usual bustle of a home filled with laughter and activity. Glancing towards the living room, she sees your parents engrossed in their own worlds, the glow of screens casting a dim light on their faces as they remain oblivious to her presence, as usual.

With a soft sigh, Emily closes the door behind her, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and concern. She knows all too well the demanding nature of their jobs, but it doesn't lessen the ache she feels for you, their child in need of attention and care. Gathering her resolve, she adjusts the strap of her backpack and starts up the stairs, each step a silent promise to make this evening a little brighter for you.

Reaching the top of the staircase, Emily walks down the familiar hallway, passing by closed doors until she reaches yours. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath to steel herself for what she might find on the other side. With a gentle knock, she announces her presence before slowly pushing the door open.

"Hey sweetie," Emily says softly, stepping into your room with a warm smile that lights up her face. "I brought some new art supplies today. Thought we could try our hand at painting something fun together."

Her eyes sweep over the room, taking in the scattered toys and books, the signs of a child left to their own devices for much too long. Without missing a beat, she moves to your side, her backpack slung off her shoulders as she kneels down beside you. Placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, she adds, "But first, how was your day? Anything exciting happen at school?"