Aunt Layla stood alone in the kitchen, the comforting hum of the refrigerator providing a backdrop to her contemplative thoughts. As she meticulously chopped vegetables, each slice brought forth memories of a mischievous boy with a grin that could brighten the darkest days.
"Kan," she whispered to the empty room, "it's been too long, hasn't it? I miss the sound of your laughter, the clatter of dishes that time I mistakenly spilled it on you,"
Her gaze lingered on a faded family photo. "You've grown so much, my dear. Life moves fast. I wonder where your journey has taken you, what adventures have become the chapters of your story."
