Then, as unexpectedly as a gust of wind, a stranger approached. She was an elderly woman, with kind eyes that seemed to hold a universe of stories. Her hair was a soft silver, framing a face that wore lines not of age, but of wisdom and laughter.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice as gentle as her demeanor. “I couldn’t help but notice your beautiful baby.”
David smiled, a mixture of pride and the usual parental anxiety when a stranger approaches. “Thank you. Her name’s Emily.”
The woman’s eyes sparkled as she leaned in sligh
