The Good Family

Niña 🦋

[Baby Yara giggles softly, her eyes sparkling with innocence.]

Yara: *gurgling happily* Mo-mommy, Da-dad-dy.
Irene: *surprised* My love! She's starting to form her words.

Greggy: It's a privilege to witness our baby, early attempts at communication, darling.

[Baby Yara spends hours cuddling, cooing, and exploring her world, bringing endless smiles to her parent's faces.]

Irene: She's growing, these baby years are so fleeting.
Greggy: You're right, honey. We'll cherish every smile, every giggle, every tiny hand squeeze.

~~

[Fast forward a few months, and Yara is now taking her first wobbly steps.]

Greggy: Come on, my Yara bear! You can do it!

[With a mix of focus and determination, Yara takes a few unsteady steps toward her father, her tiny face beaming with effort. She plops down on the floor with a giggle, earning a chorus of laughter from her parents.]

Irene: That was incredible, sweetheart! You're almost there, my love!

[In a heartwarming moment, Yara steadies herself, eyes locked onto her parents. With newfound confidence, she takes one, then two, and finally three wobbly steps towards Irene and Greggy, who are cheering her on with every little victory.]

Greggy: That's it, bear! Slow steps, princess.

[As Yara takes those precious steps, Irene watches with misty eyes, overwhelmed by the sheer magic of this moment. Her hand instinctively reaches for her heart, unable to contain the flood of emotion welling up inside.]

Irene: *teary-eyed* She's doing it, honey. Our little girl is growing up.

[In their excitement, Irene and Greggy grab the camera, eagerly encouraging Yara to take a few more steps. The camera rolls]

Irene: You're doing so well, darling! Keep going!

[Just as Yara seems poised to make another step, she pauses, her eyes meeting her parents. In that fleeting instant, takes a series of confident steps forward.]

The camera doesn't capture her steps, it doesn't catch the glistening pride in Irene's eyes. Her cheeks are wet with joyful tears as she watches her daughter.

Irene: *softly* You did it, my little girl. You did it.

As Yara reaches them, Irene and Greggy, overcome with emotion, find themselves caught up in the moment. The camera, momentarily forgotten, lies on the nearby table. They scoop Yara up in their arms, smooching her with a kiss

~~

[Years pass, Yara's vocabulary expands. She stammers occasionally, but her determination shines through.]

Yara: *pointing to a book* I w-want th-that one, Mama.
Irene: Of course, darling. Let's read it together.

~~

Yara, a lively toddler, is surrounded by her toys, while Irene and Greggy sit nearby, ready for their daughter's delightful chatter.

Yara: *excitedly* Mama, where do the stars go when the sun comes out?
Irene: *smiling* Well, sweetie, the stars are still there, but we can't see them because the sun is so bright.

Yara: *thoughtfully* Oh, okay! And where does the moon go when it's daytime?
Greggy: *playfully* Well, the moon takes a little nap, just like you do during the day.