Aliana’s POV

I joined in the laughter, shaking my head as I knelt down to adjust the collar of Bella’s tiny sweater.

“It takes a village, as they say. I’m so grateful that you’re here to help.” My voice held an undertone of sincerity—every moment with our extended family felt like a gift after so many difficult years.

With the kids now fully dressed and buzzing with anticipation, we gathered near the front door.

Bella clutched a small stuffed bunny, her eyes sparkling with excitement, while Sandy slung his backpack over his shoulder with an air of reluctant readiness.

Mercy’s daughter toddled beside her, a tiny echo of Bella’s enthusiasm....