Chapter 33. August 12th

The next morning, the golden rays of dawn filtered through the window, gently waking Emma from her sleep. It was August 12th, the anniversary of her father’s passing.

Emma stepped out of bed, her feet touching the cold wooden floor. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before facing what she knew would be an emotionally charged day. She walked to her wardrobe, her fingers lightly brushing over the carefully hung dresses. Emma selected a long, black dress—simple yet elegant—perfect for the occasion, reflecting the respect and reverence she felt for her late father.

After choosing her outfit, Emma stood in front of the mirror, her eyes focused on her reflection. She began to braid her hair into a simple, neat plait. Her hands moved skillfully, but her eyes were filled with sadness, her gaze distant as if lost in the past where memories of her father remained vivid. The warm moments, the lessons he taught, and the protection he offered were all still fresh in Em