Camilla
The streets of Los Angeles bustled with a rhythm that was both exciting and overwhelming. The golden sunlight bathed the towering buildings, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from sidewalk cafes, and the hum of traffic blended with distant laughter. It had been three weeks since we left San Francisco, and though this city was still unfamiliar, we were slowly finding our place in it.
I turned into the driveway of our apartment complex, the warm glow of the afternoon sun casting long shadows. As I parked, the sound of giggles drifted through the open window. Inside, I found Ava and Marta sprawled on the living room floor, their laughter filling the space as they played with a set of building blocks. Ava's hands darted around, constructing something grand, while Marta
