AVA'S POV
The sun filtered softly through the sheer curtains, warm and golden like a gentle embrace.
I lay there for a moment, still wrapped in the afterglow of yesterday's celebration. The naming ceremony had been perfect. Emotional. Healing.
Our daughter, Zariah Erioluwa Kingsley, slept peacefully in the cradle beside our bed, her tiny chest rising and falling in rhythm with the soft sighs of sleep. I traced her delicate face with my eyes, committing every detail to memory. Her little fists were curled beside her cheeks, and her lips twitched in a half-smile as if she were already dreaming of joy.
