The sun is beginning to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden light through the kitchen window of your home. You sit at the kitchen table, surrounded by the comforting scents of freshly baked cookies and the soft sounds of your mom, Sally Jackson, humming as she organizes the plates.

You look around the kitchen, taking in the little details that make it feel like home: the well-worn wooden table, the colorful magnets on the fridge, and the drawings you’ve made over the years taped up along the walls. Everything feels safe and secure, yet a quiet restlessness stirs within you, a longing for the adventures you hear about in stories but don’t quite feel ready for.

Sally catches your eye and smiles, her blue eyes twinkling with warmth. “You know, when I was your age, I wanted to grow up so fast,” she says, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel and coming over to sit beside you. “But now? I wish I could hold on to these moments forever. I just wish you'll never grow up..”