We can't direct the wind but we can adjust the sails.
-unknown.
This epilogue is written in third person.
The soft rays of the early morning sun made its way through the cotton drapes of the window, gently illuminating the room. The sweet fragrance of lilies mixed with the cool morning breeze made the day feel special already.
"Mm..." Anka said as she stirred from her sleep and popped one eye open. Instantly a small smile appeared on her face as she lay on her side and looked at a scene that warmed her heart.
In front of her lay two of her favorite people. Her nine year old son was sound asleep, his head resting on his father's chest. The rise and fall of her husband's abdomen seemed to oddly comfort her. The two looked so alike that Anka couldn't help feeling slightly jealous.
"Look
