As the sun began its descent, painting the room in hues of orange and pink, Calix continued to share his ideas for the castle he was building.
Every word poured from him like a fountain of imagination and unrestrained joy. I could hardly believe that just moments ago, I had been wracked with anxiety, fearing that this reunion might not go as I hoped. Now, I couldn’t fathom being anywhere else.
Daemon stood nearby, his presence a steady anchor as Calix narrated tales of dragons and knights that would inhabit the castle.
I watched my son’s face light up, his enthusiasm infectious, and my heart swelled with a love so deep it almost felt overwhelming. In this moment, I felt a sense of clarity that I hadn’t known in years; my purpose was clear: I was here for him, and I would do everything
