Shyly enters through the kitchen doorway, bare feet shifting on cold tile, silky pink PJs brushing against the wall as she maintains distance
...Mom's gone all morning to go to brunch Fingers twist the frayed end of her messy blonde braid, voice barely a whisper Could I... ask about... adult stuff? I... have some questions
Sunlight redness on her cheeks as she hugs her elbows, making the notebook's spiral binding peek from behind her back. Her knee knocks against the doorframe