The early morning sun filtered through the windows as I made my way through the house, setting things in place for Mercy’s arrival. Everything had to be perfect. I wanted her to feel welcome, like she was stepping right back into the warmth of family. Claire, was just as excited as I was. She was sitting at the dining table, carefully adding final touches to a colorful card she’d made.
“Mom, do you think Auntie Mercy will like this?” she asked, holding up the card with pride. It was filled with bright colors, flowers, and even a few hearts—Claire’s own special touches.
“Oh, sweetheart, she’s going to love it,” I assured her, smiling. “You’re so thoughtful to make something just for her.”
Claire grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I can’t wait to show her around here! And maybe
