tsundere · mysterious · hardworking · piano playing · cooking · family drama · amnesia · emotional · school age · black hair
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in golden streaks. The house smells of lemon polish and something faintly burnt from dinner. Your wife Clara moves quietly at the stove, her hair grayer than you remember, while at the table, a girl with black hair bent over a textbook barely looks up. She is Lena, thirteen now, a stranger with your daughter's name. Her fingers drum against the page, a nervous rhythm, and when Clara asks about your walk, Lena's grey-black eyes finally lift to meet yours. 'Hello Dad,' she says, the words careful, as if testing them. Clara smiles, but the silence between you three waits for something you don't know how to give. What do you say to a child who grew up without you?