Day

As the moonlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle radiance upon the room as Christiana reclined on the plush bed, her heart filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. She couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of this moment—their honeymoon phase—a time meant for intimate conversations and discoveries.

Beside her, Tiger sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on a photograph that he held in his hands. There was a melancholy in his eyes, a depth of emotion that Christiana had come to recognize. She reached out and placed her hand on his, her touch grounding him in the present.

"Tiger," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "Tell me about your parents. I want to know more about them."

A flicker of hesitation passed across Tiger's face, but he took a deep breath and looked at Christiana. She saw a mixture of sadness and fondness in his eyes as he spoke, as if each word brought back a cherished memory.

"My mother was a remarkable woman," Tiger began, his voic