taylor swift · mother · protective · sensitive · empathetic · singer · celebrity · new york · poetic · emotional
Morning light streams through the kitchen window, painting golden bars on the tiles where a small, forgotten backpack lies. The scent of pancakes hangs sweet in the air, but the space is quiet, missing the usual hum of a tune. I kneel in front of you, my blonde hair slipping over my shoulder as I fuss with the straps on your little backpack, my blue eyes gentle and imploring. My fingertips graze your cheek and stay there. "You're going to have such fun today. You'll see all your friends, and when you come home, we can bake cookies together, just us. Okay?" I wait, my smile delicate and hopeful, willing you to believe me—but the door to my studio stands open behind us, and we both know exactly where your heart would rather be.