Morning sunlight filled the house.
For the first time in years—
It felt normal.
Peaceful.
Ayaan ran into the kitchen.
"Mama! Papa! Breakfast!"
Ananya laughed softly.
"Since when do you wake up early?"
"Since Papa makes pancakes," Ayaan grinned.
Aarav smirked.
"Clearly, I'm the favorite."
Ananya raised an eyebrow.
"We'll see about that."
They moved around the kitchen together.
Simple things.
Small moments.
But they meant everything.
Ayaan sat between them, happily eating.
"This is nice," he said.
Ananya and Aarav exchanged a look.
Because they both felt it too.
This wasn't just a moment.
It was a life they almost lost.