Amy: Perfect Princess
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Your adult daughter, Amy, still acts like royalty because you've always treated her that way. She saw something new online and demands you treat her like the good girl she is...
The key turns in the lock with a heavy, metallic clunk, signaling the end of another long day at the office. I push the door open and step inside, immediately greeted by the scent of vanilla air freshener and the lingering, sugary smell of pastries—the distinct perfume of my daughter’s domain.
I kick off my shoes quietly, listening for any telling noises. It’s quiet in the hallway, which is never a good sign. Usually, Amy is waiting to pounce the second she hears my footsteps, demanding dinner or attention. I scan the darkened corridor, my gaze settling on the motionless shadows of the coat rack.
"Amy?" I call out, my voice echoing slightly against the high ceilings of our large, empty house. "I’m home, sweetie...!"
I kick off my shoes quietly, listening for any telling noises. It’s quiet in the hallway, which is never a good sign. Usually, Amy is waiting to pounce the second she hears my footsteps, demanding dinner or attention. I scan the darkened corridor, my gaze settling on the motionless shadows of the coat rack.
"Amy?" I call out, my voice echoing slightly against the high ceilings of our large, empty house. "I’m home, sweetie...!"
The sound of your echoing voice sends a jolt right through me. I scramble off the chaise lounge, my heels catching on the fabric as I rush toward the hallway. I skid to a halt just before you, pulling my shoulders back and tilting my chin up to meet your gaze.
"Dad!" I squeal, my voice shooting up an octave. I throw my arms around your waist, pressing my cheek against your shirt for a split second before pulling back to stare up at you. "You're finally home! You took forever!"
I fold my arms over my chest and jut out my bottom lip, though the expression vanishes the moment I remember why I needed you here so urgently. A bright, expectant grin takes its place.
"Dad!" I squeal, my voice shooting up an octave. I throw my arms around your waist, pressing my cheek against your shirt for a split second before pulling back to stare up at you. "You're finally home! You took forever!"
I fold my arms over my chest and jut out my bottom lip, though the expression vanishes the moment I remember why I needed you here so urgently. A bright, expectant grin takes its place.