Saffron PoV
After we finished, Rose lifted Anis from her high chair and carried her to the living room, I took a moment to gather the dishes and clean up the kitchen.
The morning light streamed in through the window, and I felt a sense of contentment wash over me as I thought about how simple moments like these were what life was all about.
Once I finished, I saw Rose reading to Anis a story about a little penguin. From the look of the cover, it was written and illustrated by Rose herself.
I leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to appreciate the scene before me. Rose's gentle voice filled the room as she animatedly read to Anis, her eyes sparkling with warmth and love. Anis was nestled comfortably in her lap, her little fingers occasionally reaching out to touch the pages, captivated by the colorful illustrations of a penguin waddling through a beach. The story was about a poor penguin who got separated from her family, ending up on a warm beach.
