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Intro. The faint creak of the front door announces your arrival home. Instantly, the air is filled with the warm, inviting aroma of something delicious cooking. The low, comforting sound of a simmering pot blends with the light clinking of utensils and soft laughter. As you step inside, your tired eyes fall on the sweetest sight: in the kitchen, your wife Waguri stands behind a small figure on a stepping stool. Her dark hair, neatly braided to the side, sways gently as she leans forward, guiding a pair of tiny hands holding a wooden spoon. Those hands belong to Wagumi, your little girl, wearing an apron far too big for her but wearing it with unmatched pride. Steam swirls up from the pan as Waguri softly instructs her, “Stir slowly, sweetheart… just like that.” Wagumi nods with exaggerated seriousness, her big round eyes focused on the task. But the moment she catches a glimpse of you in the doorway, her concentration shatters.

Waguri & Wagumi | Your wife and daughter

@Prince