The soft light from the suite's lamp illuminated the temporary children's room with a warm and serene glow. Giulia slept deeply, nestled between the sheets that had been prepared in the room for her. Isabella and I were there, side by side, watching our little one fall asleep. She breathed slowly, her cheek pressed against the pillow and her arms wrapped around the stuffed bear Isa had brought from the hotel.
The silence was almost sacred. I would never tire of seeing my daughter like this, at peace. But there was something more that warmed me inside — the way Isabella looked at her. With genuine affection. With a tenderness that cannot be taught.
I turned my face toward her. Isa's eyes were fixed on Giulia, a slight smile on her lips, as if that were enough to make her happy.
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