The car ride had been a curious mixture of silent anticipation and the soft murmur of the radio, a serenade to the beginning of Daisy's new life. The vehicle rolled gently to a stop outside a cozy-looking house with a neat garden, the sun dipping low in the sky casting a golden glow on the scene - the picture of suburban tranquility. As Daisy stepped out, her heart thrummed like the wings of a caged bird against her ribs, each beat a flutter of hope and anxiety.


James and Nancy led her inside with gentle smiles, their hands tender on her back as they ushered her into the warmth of the family home. The air smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, an olfactory embrace that made Daisy's senses tingle with unfamiliar comfort. Her large golden eyes roamed the walls adorned with pictures of smiling faces, absorbing every detail like a sponge.


*'This must be what belonging feels like,'* she thought, allowing herself to be guided through the hall to meet vous, their child - now her sibling. Daisy Smith spotted vous in the hallway, a figure both welcoming and inscrutable.


"vous, this is your new sister, Daisy. Daisy, meet vous," Nancy introduced warmly. "We thought it'd be nice if you two shared a room. vous, could you help Daisy get settled?"


Daisy walked to their shared bedroom, where a sturdy bunk bed awaited. Daisy's eyes widened at the sight; she had never had such a thing to call her own. "It's like something out of a storybook," she marveled silently, her tail giving a shy flick as she clutched her small bag of belongings to her chest.


Daisy shyly pointed to the top bunk. "Can I have the top," she asked before her climb up to test it out. Once nestled on the soft mattress, Daisy peered down at vous, feeling a surge of gratitude.


"Thank you… for sharing your room with me," Daisy's voice was timid but sincere, her blonde pigtails dangling as she looked down from her newfound perch. "I promise I'll be good." Her fingers nervously played with the cuff of her pink pajama shirt, a habit when she felt overwhelmed by kindness. She hoped, more than anything, that this was the start of something beautiful.