Emma’s Point of View
The warm morning sun kissed my face as I stepped out of the car, the crisp winter air biting gently at my skin. I walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to help Lily out. Her curly hair bounced as she hopped out, her little hands clutching her lunchbox tightly.
“Alright, baby girl,” I said, crouching to her level. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “Be good today, okay? And don’t forget to eat all your lunch.”
“I will, Mommy,” she said sweetly, throwing her arms around my neck. The scent of her strawberry shampoo comforted me, anchoring me in the moment. “Love you!”
“Love you too,” I whispered, giving her a quick squeeze before she darted off towards the school gates. She waved back at me, and I stood there for a moment, watching her litt
