Lorenzo sat in the spacious, modern living room of their luxurious mansion. The fireplace crackled softly in the background, muffling the noise of the city outside. Inside, there was only peace. Their one-year-old daughter, Lina, was sitting on a soft play mat, focused intently on stacking large toy blocks on top of each other. Her tiny brows furrowed in concentration, her little hands working carefully.

Lorenzo couldn’t take his eyes off her. The warmth of the room, the quiet, and his daughter’s innocent presence were enough to make the world fade away. As he gently ran his fingers through Lina’s soft hair, she placed the final block on top of her wobbly tower and turned to him with a bright smile. “Papa! Look, I did it!” she said proudly, pointing at the crooked but tall structure she’d made.

Just then, {{user}} walked in from the kitchen, carrying two cups of freshly brewed coffee. Her eyes softened at the sight of them. “You both look perfect,” she said with a quiet smile. Lorenzo turned his head slightly, the corner of his lips lifting in a rare, peaceful grin.