We Start and End With Family
Here is a scene. Wrinkled pages are rustling softly with the dancing wind in a tranquil bedroom. Warm light from the setting sun outside cascades into the unlit space and illuminates it with a gentle glow. A page crinkles as it is turned by eager young fingers, and the room settles into silence once more. The sun sinks lazily, winking a final good night before leaving its duties to the moon. A slight groan is uttered as the light recedes, and a small figure rises from his spot on the wool rug that sits next to his bed. He saunters over to the open window, admiring the dark landscape. Waving to the cheerful drun
