Peach’s Pov
In the weeks following my father's passing, our home became a shadow of its former self. My mom retreated into silence, and Anna seemed unable to voice her thoughts. Dinner lost its warmth, and a heavy silence enveloped us. My father's absence weighed heavily on all of us, and I wondered if we would ever find solace.
The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, the only sound amidst the quiet dinner.
“It’s time for you to return to school, Peach,” my mom finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Staying indoors won’t do you any good. You need to get back to your studies,” she added, her voice barely audible.
“I don’t feel ready to go back yet, Mom. I want to stay with you. Anna can go to school,” I replied, attempting to smile. My mom looked up at me, her exp
