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Elena’s voice, soft and encouraging, cheered him on, and I felt a warmth in my chest watching them.
Soon, we reached the beach. Jacques’ eyes widened at the endless stretch of golden sand and the sparkling waves. Together, we built a sandcastle, his chubby hands patting down towers while I gently guided him. Elena captured every moment—the giggles, the concentration, the sheer wonder in his eyes. It felt like time had slowed just for us, letting us savor this simple, perfect day.
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