Who Is My Father?

Larisa pulled into her parents' driveway and parked her car, feeling relieved to finally be done with work for the day. She stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door, where her parents greeted her with warm hugs.

"Welcome home, Larisa! How was work today?" her mother asked.

"Exhausting, as usual," Larisa replied with a tired smile. "But it's good to be here with you guys and Waylen."

Just then, Waylen came running up to her, his face lighting up with a huge smile. "Mommy, mommy! You're home!"

Larisa scooped him up into her arms and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much, sweetie. How was your day at school?"

"It was great, Grandma picked me up and we played games," Waylen said excitedly.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Larisa said, setting him down on the ground. "I'm glad you had a good day."

As they walked into the dining room, Larisa's father was already setting the table for dinner. The scent of delicious food wafted through the air, making Larisa's mouth water.

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