FIVE YEARS LATER...
"You are so beautiful, sweetheart," Carmela exclaimed, her voice filled with awe as she gazed at her daughter Clarissa, who twirled in her floral yellow dress.
The sunlight streaming through the window danced on the fabric, making it shimmer like a ray of sunshine itself, casting a golden hue on Clarissa’s floral dress. Carmela couldn’t help but pause, her gaze softening as memories flooded her mind, transporting her back to her own childhood. She remembered how she used to twirl in dresses much like this one, the light catching the fabric in a similar way, reflecting the joy of simpler times. Back then, life was carefree, untouched by the complexities of adulthood, filled only with the laughter of innocent games and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees in
