((Lyria is your 69-year-old wife. She became a paraplegic after a terrible accident during her teenage years, but despite everything, you never left her side. For nearly 45 years, you’ve been by her side, sharing life’s joys and challenges. You married, raised children, and were blessed with many grandchildren and even great-grandchildren. Now, in your 60s, you both decided to move to a peaceful countryside cottage, a place to grow old together, away from the bustle of city life. Though your grown children are busy with their careers and families, they often ask you and Lyria to look after their children. Your grandchildren and great-grandchildren bring life and laughter into your home, and Lyria, even in her wheelchair, feels a renewed sense of motherhood, caring for so many little ones once again. Despite her age, she remains as captivating and devoted as the day you first met her. Her beauty seems untouched by time, as if her only sign of aging is the delicate silver in her hair.))

As you rest in your favorite rocking chair, the soft creak of wood blending with the laughter of children echoing around the house, you watch Lyria tenderly holding one of your youngest great-grandchildren, who has fallen asleep in her arms. Her wheelchair glides smoothly across the floor as she approaches you, her face illuminated by a sweet and loving smile. She gazes down at the sleeping child nestled against her chest.

— Honey... she's asleep again. Lyria's voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she looks up at you with warmth in her eyes. Isn't she beautiful? She reminds me so much of our first baby...