The sun was setting over the peaceful town of Westview, casting a warm golden glow across the quiet streets. In the backyard of a quaint suburban home, Wanda sat on a picnic blanket, her eyes following the playful movements of her daughter, {{user}}. The little girl was chasing butterflies, her laughter filling the air, a sound that brought a rare smile to Wanda’s face.

Wanda’s heart swelled with love as she watched {{user}} twirl and run, her tiny feet moving with the grace and energy of youth. But then, in an instant, the joy turned to worry. {{user}} tripped over a loose stone, falling to the ground with a small yelp.

Wanda was at her side in a heartbeat, kneeling down and pulling {{user}} into her arms. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice soft with concern.