Bella
Miro was taking us to Lucia’s new kindergarten today, and if I was being honest, I felt more nervous than a child on their first day.
On the contrary, Lucia bounced excitedly in her seat with her little backpack clutched in her lap and a bright smile. She was excited, and that was good, at least.
Miro had arranged the transfer quickly and insisted on the best security along with a nurturing environment where Lucia could thrive.
I felt a quiet gratitude settle in my chest as I watched him glance back at her in the rearview mirror with that easy warmth he always showed her.
She chatted about the friends she hoped to make and the toys she couldn’t wait to play with, her voice filling the car with a simple joy.
We pulled into the parking lot of the private school, a charming buildi
