Aurora sat on the edge of her bed, her face masked with the stress from today. The dim glow of her bedside lamp casted soft shadows across the room. The night was quiet and beautiful, yet her mind refused to rest.
"Mommy…"
A small, delicate voice echoed from the doorway, pulling Aurora from her thoughts. She turned to find Seraphina standing there, her little face marked with quiet concern.
"Sweetheart," Aurora's voice softened. She smiled, tossing the face towel she once held onto her bed. She opened her arms, and Seraphina immediately stepped into her embrace.
Aurora held her daughter close, feeling the steady beat of her tiny heart against her chest. There was something about her presence that always grounded her, even when the world felt like it was spinning out of control.
There was no mental issue her daughter being before her couldn't solve. Five years ago, she made the greatest decision by staying strong for her princess.
