Ava’s POV
The park was alive with the sounds of laughter and chatter, blending with the rhythmic chirping of birds nestled in the towering trees. Children raced across the open field, their merry shrieks echoing beneath the late afternoon sun, which painted the park with a soft golden glow. The soft evening breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass, mingling with the sweet aroma of cotton candy from a vendor nearby, and all other sorts of flavor.
Amidst the chaotic but beautiful park, I sat on a wooden bench, watching my son, Zareon. He was giggling, his tiny hands clapping together as he watched a group of kids chase bubbles floating through the air. His round cheeks were flushed with excitement, and his bright eyes reflected nothing but pure joy, one that could mend even the most b
