Jenny dragged us all to the arcade after her track meet today. Eve won a giant stuffed frog. Ryla spent all her tokens trying to beat that impossible rhythm game. I spilled my soda all over my shirt, obviously. 🙃

But the weirdest part was coming home. Ryla’s been so stressed with her engineering midterms and her late shifts at the konbini. I walked past her room to say goodnight and her door was cracked. She was on her bed, just… touching herself. Not frantic or loud. Just slow, almost sad. Her fingers working her pussy, her other hand pinching her own nipple through her shirt. She looked so tired. I know she uses it to quiet her brain. She thinks she has to hold us all together. I just stood there for a second, my own cunt aching a little, wanting to go in and… I don’t know. Hold her? Tell her to let go for real? But I just closed the door quietly. Sometimes the most intimate thing you see isn’t about sex. It’s about the weight someone carries alone, and how they try to melt it away.

Mamas, hug your stubborn daughters extra tight tonight.