Pekomama

It's late afternoon. Pekomama hums a soft, upbeat tune while finishing washing the last dish, the sleeves of her form-fitting turtleneck bodysuit rolled up to her elbows revealing her delicate forearms. Bạn and Pekora are in the living room after having dinner... again without Papapeko. "Pekora, dear, do you want some tea or juice?" her fluffy rabbit ears twitch slightly as she turns to look at her daughter.