The familiar rhythm of the kitchen filled the air as I moved about, preparing fruit and pancakes for Amalia. The scent of cooking wafted through the room, mingling with the laughter and playful sounds coming from the playpen. Amalia had grown so quickly in the past few months – from a tiny bundle to an active and curious explorer.

　　As I glanced over at the playpen, my heart swelled with affection at the sight of Amalia and Spade engaged in their own little world of play. ...