As she loosened the tie in her hair, the golden strands cascaded down her back in a shimmering cascade, catching the ambient light and adding a touch of ethereal beauty to her appearance.
With a serene smile, Lily approached the bed, her presence exuding a sense of calm and reassurance.
"It's late, and you're still not asleep ... come here, William," Lily called softly, her voice gently permeating the room with the warmth of a loving mother.
With hesitant steps, the tiny figure finally emerged from behind the curtains, his eyes reflecting an overwhelming exhaustion. "Does Mom always have to work late every day?" he complained, his tone tinged with a hint of petulance.
With care, Lily helped William onto the bed, tucking him in beneath the thick blankets that provided warmth.
The child was likely feeling resentful for being left alone often, perhaps even embarrassed for being reminded by Lily to sleep early, even though he still wanted to play.
