The ceremony had come to a close, but the echoes of laughter and joy lingered in the air like the fragrant incense that curled around the room. As guests began to disperse, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden light through the windows of my sister's home. I felt a sense of fulfillment, but also a slight tug of sadness as I realized that my visit would soon come to an end.

The afternoon was filled with chatter along with lunch. My sister, radiant and glowing, moved effortlessly taking care of new born baby. I watched her interact with her husband, their bond is strong and evident in the way they exchanged knowing looks and playful banter. It made me long for that kind of companionship — a partner to share life’s moments with.

As we sat down to eat, my niece, now adorned in a tiny dress that mirrored the rose flowers. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself captivated.

Just then, my niece burst into the room, her energy lighting up the dimness. “Come play with me, Oui!” she chirped, pulling at my sleeve with her tiny hands. I forgot all my worries after playing with her and had such memorable moments I spent together.

The night fell, filled with warmth and comfort, yet I knew this was just the beginning. Me and my sister had heartfull connections and shared feelings with each other at night. As we spent this kind of night together after long period of time, I felt the anticipation of what was to come — a journey of healing, understanding, and perhaps, a touch of magic that would guide me to where I truly belonged.