Sarah’s Improved Spirits
Little by little, Sarah blossomed again. “Dad, I feel happier now,” she told me one afternoon, her smile bright and genuine. Her room felt safe, her world unshaken by intrusion. Relief swelled in me as I squeezed her hand. Emily caught my glance—we both knew our efforts were paying off. Sarah’s laughter returned, her peace restored. It felt like winning back the light we’d almost lost.
Sarah’s Improved Spirits
Quality Time With Dad
I carved out more time with Sarah, nurturing her creativity in a space she could trust. “Let’s paint something cheerful,” I suggested, setting up brushes and colors. Her grin spread wide, and soon the room echoed with laughter. “Thanks for protecting me, Dad,” she whispered. “Always, kiddo,” I replied, heart full. Watching her joy and imagination flourish again made life feel steady, safe, and almost normal.
Quality Time With Dad
