Treyton POV
As I watched, Ava made her way through the crowd, her eyes fixed on her parents. They stood out, their dignified presence commanding attention. Her mother, my own mother, wore a warm smile, her eyes shining with pride and compassion. Her father, a strong and just man, had a gentle expression, his eyes filled with love and understanding.
Ava reached them, and they embraced her warmly. My mother held her close, whispering words of comfort and encouragement. Ava's father placed a hand on her shoulder, his gaze filled with a deep understanding. They spoke for a while, their conversation filled with laughter and tears.
I could sense the weight of their conversation, the emotions that hung in the air like a palpable mist. My mother's proud look and comforting demeanor told
