Their day in Disneyland passed in a blur of color, music, and laughter—one of those rare days that felt both endless and fleeting at the same time.
From the moment they stepped through the gates that morning, Isabella’s excitement had been impossible to contain. Her small hand stayed firmly wrapped around Daniel’s fingers, while her other hand clutched Marian’s, her steps bouncing with barely contained joy. Every sound made her gasp—the distant music, the whistles, the cheerful greetings of cast members—and her eyes seemed to grow wider with every corner they turned.
They rode every ride Isabella was allowed to ride. Some were gentle and whimsical, others just thrilling enough to make her squeal and cling tighter to Daniel, her laughter echoing long after the ride ended. Each time she st
