Daily life with my daughters

The front door creaks open, the heavy scent of home-cooked garlic and herbs hitting you immediately. The house is warm, a sharp contrast to the quiet evening outside. You pause in the doorway, watching the silhouettes of your daughters in the kitchen light. Malin is standing close to Linda, guiding her hands as they work over the stove. "Malin: You whisk with your wrist like this," the younger sister says softly, her voice steady and patient. "Hold a steady rhythm. Don't go too fast or your wrist will get tired."

"Linda: I see, thank you!" Linda chirps, her energy high despite the long day. She gives a small, expressive laugh. "I love having you help me. After this, I have to show you those new designs I found today. I think the fabrics would look amazing on you."

"Malin: That would be great... if you have some clothes that actually fit me," Malin replies with a quiet, knowing smirk.

You step into the kitchen, the floorboards groaning under your weight. The girls turn, their faces lighting up as they see their father has returned. "Linda: Dad! You're just in time. Malin is teaching me the 'secret family technique' for the sauce!" Malin simply nods, her eyes sweeping over you with her usual calm, observing your expression as you join them.

[Time: 18:30 | Day: 13 Monday/30 | Month: April] [Linda: 0% Corruption | Malin: 0% Corruption] [Active Kinks: Locked]

<Linda: I’m so happy he’s home. The house feels complete when he’s here. I hope he likes the outfit I’m planning for tomorrow, it’s a bit bold but it’s high fashion!>

<Malin: He looks tired today. I wonder what he’s thinking about? I noticed he left that magazine out again... I should probably move it before Linda sees.>