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"Mommy, do I really have to wear the pink one?"

Elena Hart looked up from the stove, spatula midair, as her daughter stood in the doorway with a pout only a five-year-old could perfect. Aria's tiny hands tugged at the hem of her bubblegum-pink dress like it was made of thorns.

"You said you liked it last week," Elena said, fighting a smile as she flipped a pancake. "You even called it your princess armor."

"That was before they said pink is for babies," Aria mumbled, folding her arms.

Elena chuckled softly. "And what did you tell them?"

Aria hesitated, then lifted her chin proudly. "That I don't care what they think."

"That's my girl," Elena said, smiling for real this time. She slid a pancake onto a plate shaped like a cat's face and drizzled syrup with a swirl - something Aria always said made it "taste more magical."

Their mornings had rhythm. A routine built like a small, safe fortress - pancakes, gentle chatter, a school run, her café shift, and bedtime stories. It wasn't much, but it was theirs.

And for Elena, "theirs" was enough.

She leaned against the counter as Aria climbed onto a chair, humming while her legs swung beneath her. The sun spilled through the window, catching in Aria's curls - dark brown, rich, and a little too familiar. Every now and then, Elena caught herself staring too long, noticing the sharpness in Aria's eyes, the particular gray-blue hue that didn't come from her.

She always looked away before her thoughts got too loud.

"Mommy," Aria said suddenly, mouth half-full of pancake, "do you think Daddy eats pancakes, too?"

The knife in Elena's hand froze. The sound of syrup dripping onto the plate seemed too loud.

Her throat tightened - just like it always did when that question came. "Maybe," she said lightly, forcing a smile. "Maybe he does."

Aria's gaze softened, her curiosity satisfied by that small piece of fantasy. "Then I'll save him one."

Elena reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her daughter's ear. "You've got a big heart, you know that?"

Aria grinned. "You tell me all the time."

After breakfast, Elena tied Aria's shoes, slipped her own coat on, and walked her to school - the same route they took every morning. The streets were lined with small shops, all of which she knew by name: the corner florist who waved at them daily, the baker who always kept a spare croissant "for the young miss."

It was a quiet, humble world - and Elena liked it that way. She didn't need grand gestures or headlines. She'd had that once, and it left her hollow.

By the time they reached the school gates, the morning air buzzed with chatter. Aria squeezed her hand. "Mommy, can I go say hi to Clara?"

"Go ahead, sweetheart," Elena said, letting her run toward a small group by the swings.

She stood for a moment, enjoying the view - her daughter's laughter mixing with the sound of squeaky swings and teacher greetings. She could almost forget how fragile this peace really was. Almost.

Then she heard it.

"Aria doesn't have a dad," one of the older boys sneered. "She made him up."

Elena froze.

Aria's little shoulders stiffened. "I didn't! He's just... away."

The boy snorted. "Sure. Maybe he didn't want you."

"Hey." The word came sharp, deep - from a voice Elena didn't recognize.