CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE

Elizabeth's POV

Life, ever resilient, gently nudged the sorrow-laden days forward, carrying us all towards the light of healing. It had been two months since Aunty Lucy's departure, and the sadness, though still in our hearts, had softened with time. Uncle Stanley had woven himself into the fabric of our daily lives, his presence, once a cherished but occasional gift, now a frequent and welcome visitor.

My father, his empathy brimming, remained unwavering in his support for Uncle Stanley. My dad made it a point to be present whenever Uncle Stanley showed signs of distress.

He insisted on celebrating Uncle Stanley's birthday so he won't be thinking of his late wife because Aunty Lucy always celebrates his birthday every year.

Today, as the early morning light filtered through the windows, I adorned myself for an upcoming celebration of Uncle Stanley’s birthday. The day promised to be a much needed respite from the shroud of sorrow that had weighed upon us all.

"Babe," my father calle