32. It Felt Right
Ryan
"What do you have there, sweetheart?" I ask curiously as I see my daughter holding a small box, delicately sealed with a purple ribbon, in her hands.
Her little fingers nervously play with the ribbon, as if hesitating to show me its contents. Her gaze rests on the box for a few seconds before responding.
"Mmm... it's a school project," she says in a hesitant voice.
I sense her indecision, but after a brief moment of doubt, she begins to carefully untie the knot of the ribbon. Slowly, she opens the box and shows me what's inside.
Inside the little box, on a delicate bed of tissue paper, lies a small clay figure. Its shape is somewhat irregular, with colors mixed together, as if the hands that molded it focused more on the feeling than on perfection.
"It's... it
