Five years later, Mira sat in the cozy warmth of her grandfather's apartment, watching as her little daughter, Zami, twirled excitedly, the soft fabric of her new birthday dress floating around her. Mira had chosen the dress carefully, wanting her daughter to feel beautiful, loved, and celebrated.
Zami's face glowed with pure joy, and her giggles filled the room as she admired herself in the dress. She looked so happy, her dark eyes wide with innocence and wonder. Mira couldn't help but smile, feeling a bittersweet warmth in her heart as she watched Zami.
