Currently, William and Emma were sitting inside Nana's room, perched on the edge of her bed.
They were holding each other's hands as they watched the little girl rummage through the wardrobe, her small frame almost disappearing behind the open doors. Clothes shifted and hangers clinked softly before she suddenly jolted, as if she had found treasure.
With a tiny gasp, Nana pulled something out.
Turning toward the two older ones, she hid whatever she was holding behind her back and bounced her way toward them, each step light and eager.
She was humming with joy, a bright tune without words, and the smile on her face never once faded.
Both Emma and William waited patiently, smiles stretching ear to ear. William tilted his head slightly and asked gently, "What is it?"
Nana giggled, a cute sound that filled the room and warmed it instantly. After making them wait just a second longer, she finally revealed what she had been hiding.
A hand-drawn painting.
