The morning light streamed in through the grand dining room windows, casting a soft golden glow over the table where the family gathered. The scent of fresh bread, honey, and fruit filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of tea and coffee. I looked around, seeing the familiar faces of Ralph’s mother, his sisters, and a few relatives. It was a small number since the others were at war, but the presence of family gave me a sense of belonging. It has been a while since we gathered. We sat together in the rare quiet of the morning, a moment of peace I knew I would soon miss. I...