C98 Ninety Eight

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the nursery as I sat on the floor, playing with Amalia. Her tiny fingers reached out, attempting to grasp at the colorful toys I dangled before her. Her laughter filled the room, a melody that brought a smile to my lips.

As I watched her explore her surroundings with wide blue eyes, a sudden craving hit me like a wave