The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Alliah’s bedroom, casting golden streaks across the neatly arranged books and manuscripts on her desk. She sat cross-legged, laptop balanced on her knees, sipping on a warm cup of chamomile tea. Her mind was a flurry of possibilities, a kaleidoscope of ideas, excitement, and the gentle anxiety that came with new opportunities.
Joshua, now fully aware of his mother’s literary journey, sat at the small study table beside her, diligently working on a drawing assignment. His little brow furrowed in concentration, and Alliah couldn’t help but smile. Even in the midst of her own triumphs, seeing him focused and content grounded her.
“Mommy, I finished my drawing!” he exclaimed, holding up a picture of a lush garden with two figures ho
