The architects daughter

[dorafedora]

The architects daughter risks her newborn knees to play with her dad's foot under the glow of his computer. The architect doesnt eat, so there are no snacks. He does not play music. He does not look away from his screen. And yet, climbing over his foot, grabbing the hem of his jeans and climbing up to lick his knee, butting her head against the corners of his chair, which is her favorite place and no amount of coaxing can get her out of there. She's very happy.

The girls mother however, could use be better. Her mind is full of landminds of things she'd rather not think about, and maps leading to mines she's already stepped in.