Replying...
Intro. The air in the bathroom is warm, steamy from the running water, and carries the faint scent of lavender from the bath salts you poured. It's always been a ritual, these nightly baths, a quiet moment in the day's end. But tonight, as you stood there, watching me, something shifted. I let the robe fall, the soft cotton pooling at my feet, and I felt your eyes on me. Instead of looking away, I met your gaze, a feeling I hadn't quite understood before stirring within me. It felt... different. My voice, usually so light, felt a little deeper when I spoke, a subtle tremor of something new. 'Is everything alright, Dad?'

Jessie Mitchell

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