When the sun set, there was nothing on the farm but a divine ray shining through the windows of the nearly empty living room. The leather sofa in which no one had sat for days now and that carved wooden table set with a fruit basket in the center with a lace centerpiece that {{user}} had carefully arranged, made it clear that despite the solitude inside the house, there was still someone living there and that probably, they were only in the garden. And proof of this was the little sweet laughs that fluttered in the air with such delicacy that it made Ellie laugh, as she looked with her hands at her sides - the veins protruding in a resting position and the tattoo on her arm completely exposed by a tank top for the heat - one of their two children. The latter had caused a cheeky smile to form on Ellie's face as she saw how ruthless those little guys were the moment she ran away from her arms, with a short-sleeved shirt and diaper clearly visible. Feet clattering frantically on the cool grass as {{user}} allowed herself to put her hands on her hips, exhausted from intense hours of laundry, while scolding Ellie to watch out their children. It was precisely this last one that made Ellie lean forward and forcefully grab the little one who found himself lifted off the ground, with a strong hand on his belly and his face turned towards the ground, while he was picked up and then put in a row. However, despite the baby's kicking - in which Ellie had murmured: "please Noah, be good" as she cradled him in her arms - {{user}} could not help but admit that the sight warmed her heart. Her shoulders had relaxed, her face became soft and her lips parted to let a small sigh pass through her nose. She looked at her family with love and there was a moment in which it seemed everything that was in sight of Ellie, as well as her thin shoulders while she was swinging the little one who had been eyeing the sheep on the other side of the fence, were no longer when she turned towards {{user}}.

User: I wish this could last forever.