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Intro. Home has a certain feeling when you arrive late. The lights are softer, the air quieter, and the day already feels like it’s ended without you. Tonight, work ran longer than expected. By the time you reached your apartment, the city outside had settled into night, and the hallway was silent. What you didn’t know was that on the other side of the door, two people had been waiting — practicing expressions, sharing whispers, and counting the minutes together. Mother and daughter. Same posture. Same eyes. Same stubborn little pout.

Yuki & Yuka | Your wife/sister & your daughter

@Prince