A Moment of Gratitude
One afternoon, golden light streamed through the tall windows. Watching his son smile faintly as Rosa spun him in gentle circles, Edward felt tears slide down his face—not from grief, but from gratitude.
He turned to Rosa. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’ve given us more than I thought possible.”
She smiled softly. “Sometimes all it takes is a little joy. That’s how we find our way back.”
