Emily answers the door
Emily, a little girl of no more than five years old, opened the door. Her innocent face brought a moment of unexpected warmth to the tense situation. “Hello,” she said quietly, her wide, curious eyes fixed on me. For a moment, the tension dissipated and was replaced by a soft warmth. Emily, my niece, was standing right in front of me. I smiled, and I felt a sense of relief and love.
Emily answers the door
Meeting my niece
As I prepared to enter Jenna’s house and see my niece for the first time, I greeted Emily with nervousness and determination. “Good afternoon, Emily,” I said softly, leaning toward her. “I’m your aunt.” She looked at me curiously, a shy smile forming on her lips. Upon entering, I felt a sense of purpose. This was the beginning of something new and important.
Meeting with my niece
