Yearning's Respite - Part I

I settled onto the plush carpet of our living room, my legs crossed and Ezio, my precious child, nestled closely beside me. The soft glow of the reading lamp cast a warm, comforting ambience, enveloping us in its gentle embrace. In my hands, I held a worn and cherished fairy tale book, its pages worn and tattered from countless readings.

As I opened the book, Ezio's eyes widened with anticipation, the reflection of the lamp's soft light glimmering in his innocent gaze. His little fingers brushed against the illustrations; his touch was gentle as he explored the magical world within the pages. I smiled, feeling the weight of responsibility and love settle upon me, for I was not merely reading a story—I was weaving enchantment for my child. The tale I chose was one of wonder and adventure, a tale that had captivated me as a child and had become a part of my own tapestry of dreams. With each word that spilt from my lips, I infused the story with my own sense of awe and imagination, wanti