The kettle clicked off by itself.
A cup appeared beside the laptop.
The father didn’t ask about deadlines.
The daughter didn’t explain the sigh.
Outside, a vendor called out, familiar as habit.
Inside, the room held steady.
Work emails waited.
Expectations softened.
Nothing changed on paper.
Yet the day felt possible again.
Some support doesn’t solve problems.
It steadies the hands that will.


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