Rachael Jun's gaze swept across the room, her eyes landing on her children as she hummed a soft, soothing melody. Her lips curled into a warm, gentle smile as she approached them. "So, this is where you all came to hide," she said, her voice filling the room with a vibrant, loving energy.
Her son's face lit up with a smile at the sound of her voice, but his expression quickly turned thoughtful. 'How long has it been since I saw her?' he wondered. His gaze drifted to her missing left arm, now replaced with a beautifully crafted wooden one made of oak. The engraved arm seemed delicate, yet strong.
Rachael noticed their intense gaze and raised her wooden arm, shaking it from side to side with a playful nonchalance. "Oh, this old thing," she said, downplaying the significance of her prosthetic limb.
