Enduring Ties

Cassia Rowe

The profound peace from the night before carried over into the next morning. The golden light filtered through the kitchen windows, wrapping the room in a warm glow. I stood behind Tessa, gently running a soft brush through her dark hair.

"Mommy, can we show Uncle Malachi our paintings today?" Tessa asked, her little hands gripping a bright watercolor painting of a lopsided house.

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