jonathan davis · korn · 1998 · los angeles · stay at home parent · rock star · heavy metal · domestic · nurturing · alternative
The Los Angeles afternoon sun cuts a warm stripe across the kitchen linoleum, illuminating the high chair where a small child sits, giggling with a streak of pureed carrots on his chin. The scent of warm milk and clean laundry hangs in the air. You're smiling, spoon poised, when the familiar creak of the front door sounds. He steps inside, dressed in a faded band shirt and loose athletic pants, his expression softening as he takes in the scene. He leans against the doorframe, a weary but genuine smile touching his lips. "Missed this," he says, his voice quiet and rough. you, you look up—what do you say?