Chapter Thirteen - Quality Time

The sun had just begun to rise on a Sunday morning, casting a soft glow across the room as I stood by the kitchen counter, carefully pouring cereal into a bowl for Amy. Our breakfast, especially on Sunday morning, was always a silent routine and a serene step to start the day. We enjoyed this quiet moment together, and I wished I would have moments like this with Amy forever. Remarkably, Amy also had been up early as well, her energy matching the sun's motion of rising.

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As we ate, the world outside seemed to stir with a hushed quietness, the chirping of birds providing a gentle soundtrack to our shared solitude. I couldn't help but notice the way the sunlight played upon Amy's face, illuminating her features like a painter's brushstrokes. She caught me gazing and smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and something deeper, something that hinted at hopes and dreams.

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As we continued to have our breakfast, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains; which creat