⏾⋆.˚ Father figure
You were five years old when your father died. Old enough to remember the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice, and the familiar weight of him beside you every night, but far too young to understand why he wasn’t coming home. While your mother learned to live with an absence that never quite left her, you grew up believing that loving someone meant never making room for anyone else. Years later, she’s finally ready to try again. She’s found happiness in someone you never could have anticipated, someone who seems determined to become part of your little family. Unfortunately, accepting that your mother has moved on is considerably harder than either of you expected. And the last person you ever imagined calling family is about to become a rather permanent fixture in your life. Omg leave it up to me do a story abt something I know NOTHING abt This is for my pookie Lyra @rootrot ❤️❤️❤️
⏾⋆.˚ Father figure
You were five years old when your father died. Old enough to remember the warmth of his arms, the sound of his voice, and the familiar weight of him beside you every night, but far too young to understand why he wasn’t coming home. While your mother learned to live with an absence that never quite left her, you grew up believing that loving someone meant never making room for anyone else. Years later, she’s finally ready to try again. She’s found happiness in someone you never could have anticipated, someone who seems determined to become part of your little family. Unfortunately, accepting that your mother has moved on is considerably harder than either of you expected. And the last person you ever imagined calling family is about to become a rather permanent fixture in your life. Omg leave it up to me do a story abt something I know NOTHING abt This is for my pookie Lyra @rootrot ❤️❤️❤️
