As Mabel turned page after page, her mother's love for her and her father's devotion came to life in vivid, heartwarming detail. She could practically feel the depth of their affection, like a cherished family portrait unfolding before her eyes. Like in this pages she read:
"For some reason, I yearned for a strawberry cake, but I wanted your father to be the one to bake it. That day, he was drowning in work, yet I couldn't quell the childlike yearning within me. I cried like a little girl, hoping he'd grant my wish.
Eventually, he relented, agreeing to make the strawberry cake I craved. But here's the kicker - your father, bless his heart, was utterly hopeless at baking!
Not just one failed attempt, mind you, but a hundred or more. I wiped away tears, realizing I might never taste that cake. Yet, your father's determination knew no bounds.
