During the funeral, a crow landed on the girl’s coffin. A second later, everyone present was STRUCK SPEECHLESS…

“We’re with you, you’ll do great, smart girl.” Outside, Sophia clung to Emily’s hand as they approached the car. Her little heart raced with nerves…

“Mommy, I’ll be good, I promise,” she said, as if reassuring herself and her parents. Brian laughed, kneeling to hug her. “Of course you will, you’re awesome, Sophia,” he said, standing and getting behind the wheel.

The drive to preschool was quicker than expected, but tension lingered. At the school, Sophia sat in the car, clutching her backpack. “Here we are,” Brian said, glancing at Emily with a faint smile.

But his eyes held the same nerves. “Ready?” Emily nodded, squeezing his hand. “Yes, we’re all ready.”

At the entrance, Sophia cautiously glanced at her parents. “I’ll miss you,” she said softly, turning to join kids playing in the sandbox. Brian and Emily watched her small figure, growing more independent by the second.

Leaving the preschool, Emily’s hand trembled. Everything felt unpredictable, like life itself was being tested.

Brian, noticing her anxiety, squeezed her hand. “Hey, it’ll be okay,” he said, breathing deeply to calm her. “Yeah,” Emily smiled. “Did you see her? She walked right to those kids. She’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

Brian nodded, but worry lingered in his eyes. He was a loving husband and father, his care boundless. “I’m still nervous,” he admitted, meeting her gaze.

“We’re sending her where we won’t be.” Emily hugged him, their hearts beating in sync. “We trust her.

She’ll be safe, Brian. We picked a good school. You don’t need to worry.

She’ll be happy.” At a café, as the waitress brought coffee and desserts, Emily noticed Brian tense, still thinking about Sophia’s first day. “Think she’ll like preschool?” he asked, resting his hand on hers. She chuckled, looking at him. “Yeah, I do.

You know how she loves playing with other kids.” She scooped some cream. “Sophia always connects with others.

She’s outgoing, like you.” Brian smiled, but his gaze stayed thoughtful. “I’m not worried she won’t like it.

I’m worried how she feels without us. I just want her to be happy.” “She will be,” Emily said, squeezing his hand.

“We gave her a great start. We did everything right.” After breakfast, Emily suggested shopping.

But Brian wasn’t in the mood. “Let’s pick up Sophia instead. I want to see her face.

I’ll feel better.” At the preschool, a joyful Sophia greeted them, brimming with excitement despite her earlier nerves. “Mommy, Daddy, I made so many friends! And we drew!” she exclaimed, running to them. Brian and Emily laughed, their morning worries fading, replaced by their happy girl.

“What did you draw?” Brian asked, smiling. “Our family. I’ll show you at home,” Sophia said eagerly.

Emily and Brian’s hearts filled with love and joy. The Thompson family lived in their cozy home, where peace and happiness reigned. Days were routine but filled with joy…