The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. I stood in the kitchen, brewing coffee and sneaking glances toward the couch where Sireos was still nestled beneath the blanket. Her hair fanned out like a halo, and for a moment, I marveled at how peaceful she looked. It was hard to reconcile the vibrant woman I had come to know with the fragile figure I had seen while she was ill.

Today felt different, though. There was a sense of purpose driving me, a determination to infuse our lives with joy. I wanted to show Sireos—and Jenevanae, too—that I could be a source of comfort, a reliable presence they could count on.