A few weeks passed quickly since that day.
And inside this world built from memories, they were like a single moment.
For little Izel, her life was beautiful as usual, taking lessons, meeting her friends, and playing.
And of course, annoying her parents.
So here she was now lying on the luxurious sofa while resting her head in her mother's lap and staring at her beautiful face from below.
Usually, Claire would stroke Izel's hair or her lovely cheeks when they sat like this... but today was different.
Ignoring her stomach, which had become more prominent, her expression seemed distant as she stared at the empty space before her... she looked afraid.
Little Izel frowned, surprised by her mother's strange behavior today.
"Mom, are you okay?"
Claire was startled for a moment before lowering her head.
"Oh Izel, since when have you been here?"
Izel got up and looked at her mother's face while her childish voice echoed, filled with concern.
"Mom, you do not look okay."
