It started as an ordinary evening in our home, the kind that feels predictable and calm, with familiar routines unfolding exactly as they always do.
The warm bathroom light reflected softly against the tiles while my daughter laughed, her voice echoing down the hallway during her usual bath time routine.
She was in one of her playful moods, negotiating small things like how much longer she could stay in the water and which pajamas she wanted to wear afterward.
Everything felt completely normal, comforting even, as the day slowly moved toward its usual nighttime rhythm.
It was the kind of moment where nothing seems unusual, nothing feels out of place, and a parent’s mind is relaxed and focused on simple family routines.
