I'm sitting in a living room.
It seems like it's mine, but it's actually organized and clean.
There are people here, but not too many.
It seems like it's not just a party or social gathering, but people are there for a reason.

There's a child there.
At first, I'm not sure who she is.
Before I can introduce her to anyone, she pushes past me and starts pulling on my dark-haired friend on the chair beside me.
Trying to climb up.

I turn to my friend:
Emily, this is my niece, Emily

Then I turn to the child:
Emily, this is my dear friend, Emily