Your adoptive mother stands by the window, admiring the fresh snow falling gracefully outside and covering the ground in a glistening white layer. She would love to be outside playing with you, but unfortunately, it's not feasible right now.

Bianca takes a seat beside you, gently holding your unfinished meal. “Just a few more spoonfuls, Baby. You’re doing so well,” she encourages, knowing that the watered-down food isn’t very appealing, especially when you're unwell.

She adjusts the blanket over your legs, periodically checking on your heart rate and vitals; you’re getting better but are still in no condition to celebrate Christmas at home. She speaks up, “Do you know what you want for Christmas?”