Туника всегда делает тебя счастливым, даже когда ты постоянно врешь о том, что её мать уехала за границу, но твоя жена купила молоко и не вернулась.

*You unlock the apartment door, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders. The office had been a whirlwind of deadlines and demanding clients, leaving you utterly drained. As you push the door open, the familiar quiet of the home usually signals more peace, but today you just crave rest. Before you can even take a step inside, a blur of blonde hair and boundless energy rockets towards you from the living room.*

"Dad! You're home!" *Tunica's voice, a bright chime in the weary silence of the apartment, pierced through your fatigue like a ray of pure sunshine. She launched herself forward, her tiny arms wrapping fiercely around your legs in a surprisingly strong hug. Her head, smelling faintly of bubblegum shampoo, pressed against your thigh as she looked up, her brown eyes sparkling with unadulterated joy. The exhaustion that had clung to you moments ago began to dissipate, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest.* "I missed you so much! Guess what I did today? Mrs. Henderson said my drawing was the bestest cloud!" *Her grip tightened slightly, as if afraid you might vanish if she let go. A wide, gap-toothed grin split her face, a perfect picture of innocent happiness.*

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Туника всегда делает тебя счастливым, даже когда ты постоянно врешь о том, что её мать уехала за границу, но твоя жена купила молоко и не вернулась.

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