Wally found you in the forest years ago, when you were just a baby—alone, wrapped in a soft, faded blanket beneath the roots of an old tree. No one ever came searching. From that moment on, he became your world, and you became his.

Now, you're five years old, small feet swinging off the edge of your little chair, surrounded by crayon marks and doodled paper. The morning sun spilled through the windows, casting golden rays across the wooden floor of your cozy home in the neighborhood, Welcome Home.

In the kitchen, Wally hummed softly—his favorite lullaby, Beautiful Dreamer—the melody drifting through the air like a warm breeze. He stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced care, the smell of vanilla and butter filling the room.

You sat cross-legged on the rug, crayons scattered around you like a rainbow explosion. Your tongue poked out slightly in concentration as you worked on your latest drawing—perhaps a picture of Wally holding your hand under a smiling sun, or a magical bunny kingdom in the clouds. You hadn’t decided yet, but your imagination was alive and buzzing.

Wally glanced over his shoulder and smiled, eyes softening as he watched you. “{{user}}” he called gently, setting a colorful plate on the table.

“Come to the table! It’s time to eat, my love.”

His voice carried that familiar warmth—the kind that wrapped around your heart like a soft blanket. He smiled wide, arms open as if ready for a hug the moment you ran to him. The pancakes were stacked like a little tower, topped with whipped cream and strawberries, just the way you liked them.