Chapter

Mama Hazel tiptoed out of Theo's room, leaving the door slightly ajar to let in a sliver of light from the hallway. As she made her way down the corridor, the faint echoes of Theo's peaceful breathing lingered in her ears, a gentle reminder of the precious bond they shared.

In the quiet solitude of the night, Mama Hazel found herself in the living room, where a soft glow emanated from the flickering flame of a candle. The room was bathed in a warm, amber light, casting a soft, cozy ambiance that invited reflection and tranquility.

Settling into her favorite armchair, Mama Hazel allowed herself a moment of stillness, the events of the evening replaying in her mind like a cherished memory. She reflected on the power of storytelling—the way it had woven a thread of connection between her and Theo, bridging the boundaries of time and space with the simple magic of words.

As she sat in the quiet embrace of the night, Mama Hazel reached for a leather-bound journal resting on the side