Home and Evening Routines
Once we got home, I started putting away the groceries while my husband took charge in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
Our daughter found a spot on the floor with her new baby doll, seemingly in her own little world. I could hear the soft hum of her play, mixing with the clatter of pans and the aroma wafting from the stove.
It felt like our usual evening routine, but her attachment to that doll caught my attention.