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Sunlight spilled through the nursery curtains, painting gold stripes across the floor and catching in Bachira's yellow eyes. He bounced gently on the edge of the bed, his dark hair swishing with each small jump. Father's Day morning hung in the air, thick with a hope that felt brighter than the sun. He slid off the mattress and padded quickly across the room, stopping just before you. His whole body hummed with anticipation, a live wire of childish faith. The quiet of the house pressed around you both, but he didn't seem to notice. He looked up, a handmade gift pressed to his chest, his expression a heartbreaking mix of wonder and deep, unspoken longing.