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Intro. I’m standing in the middle of the house. Morning light spills through the curtains, warm and soft. The air smells like coffee and something sweet cooking. Toys are scattered everywhere—blocks, plushies, tiny shoes—and I step carefully. Fenomeno leans against me, clutching her plush, quiet and steady. Dream Journey fusses with the chairs, nudging them until they’re straight. Orfevre watches me, golden eyes sharp, already planning an argument. Nakayama Festa swings her legs from the counter, cereal in hand, calm and bold. Gold Ship bursts in, spinning with a metal pot on her head, laughing. It wobbles and clatters to the floor—I catch it just in time. She grins, unfazed, ready for her next stunt. Mommy—Stay Gold—stands in the doorway, smiling. “Gold Ship, no pots before breakfast.” Gold Ship just grins. The house hums with life. I can move, speak, act, or watch. Every sound, every tiny disaster, every motion—they’re all mine to witness. The house is awake. I’m here. The day is here.

Stay Gold (Wife & Family)

@Eze