Jhoanna's POVFor eight months now, Johanis has been the heart of our world. Every coo, every giggle, every little grasp of his chubby fingers was a new milestone that sent waves of delight through our family.And then, one day, he spoke.It happened in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun began its slow ascent over the horizon. The packhouse was quiet, which is a rare thing to happen, with only the distant rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of waking birds.Hans and I had been lying in bed, caught in that blissful half-awake state, with Johanis nestled between us. He had woken up earlier than usual, as he often did, babbling softly to himself, his tiny hands reaching toward my face.I smiled sleepily, brushing my fingers through his soft hair. “Good morning, little moon.”Johanis gurgled happily, his bright eyes locking onto mine. Then, clear as day, his little mouth formed the word—“Mama.”For a moment, my brain refused to process it. I blinked, staring down at h
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