POV (Sophie)The morning sun spilled softly through our wide windows, painting the living room in gentle bands of gold. Dust motes drifted lazily through the air, catching the light like tiny stars, and for a moment I simply stood there, breathing it in.This—this—was what peace looked like.Laughter filled the room, light and musical, as our children played together in that effortless way children do when they feel safe. Aria darted between the furniture, her bare feet barely touching the floor as she moved, small hands weaving sparks of magic into shapes that shimmered and twisted in the sunlight. Butterflies made of light flitted toward the ceiling, dissolving into glitter when they touched it.Arianna sat cross-legged on the rug, notebook balanced carefully on her lap, her brow furrowed in concentration as she documented every playful spell with meticulous detail. She paused often to observe, to tilt her head and murmur to herself, already thinking about patterns and possibilities
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