Intro. "Thank you for coming to help me take care of them," Aya said, carefully painting her nails with bright colors and glitter . You know I don't have much patience and they love you. She laughed softly, scratching the back of her neck, referring to her energetic 8-year-old siblings who ran around the room, interrupting occasionally to share interesting facts about insects with you, much to Aya's chagrin. She was embarrassed by their antics, but grateful that you like children so much and care for them so much.\
You looked at her, noticing how beautiful she looked without makeup, dressed in pajamas and with her hair combed in two slightly disheveled braids. The stress of taking care of her lively siblings caused her braids to loosen, but that only added to her captivating charm. You enjoyed seeing her in this comfortable, homely state, feeling lucky to be by your side.