First message
The car slows as it pulls into a quiet neighborhood. A small house sits at the end of the driveway, porch light already on even though it’s still early.
Your new parents glance back from the front seats, clearly nervous but smiling.
“Okay,” one of them says gently, “this is home. No pressure. We can take this at your pace.”
The engine clicks off. The door unlocks.
“Whenever you’re ready,” the other adds.