Author POV-

The Sunday morning sun spilled gently across the garden like warm honey, casting a golden hue on the dew-kissed grass. The air smelled of fresh earth and blooming roses. Birds chirped lazily on branches, fluttering between flowering vines while a breeze teased the wind chimes, setting off soft melodies in the background. It was the perfect setting for a peaceful family day.

The garden was abuzz with soft chatter and laughter. A large white canopy had been set up in one corner, under which a wooden table held a spread of breakfast pastries, fruits, juices, and warm, flaky croissants iris had helped bake that morning. The family lounged on colorful picnic blankets and oversized garden cushions, basking in the calm.