If I don't sneak away soon, Mom's "back in the day" stories are going to come out again.
"Zirwenni, hurry up and finish your porridge. We'll go for a stroll in the park later; the air is nice in the morning…" Patrick served another bowl of porridge to Zirwenni.
"Oh… okay…" Zirwenni obediently complied. To be honest, having a mother who dotes on her like this was not just a pleasant surprise; it was also deeply touching, especially since she had never experienced such affection growing up.
The park in the early morning, having long passed the exercise hour, wasn't too crowded with visitors, but the scenery was delightful. In April, the sunlight filtered through the budding green leaves, forming strands of golden light. Looking from a distance, it was mesmerizing.
