Beschreibung
My mother used to tell me the most wonderful bedtime stories about dragons. It wasn’t until the morning of my tenth birthday that Grandma’s little surprise revealed a secret passed down to every first-born daughter, a secret kept hidden until the time was right.
In this moment of amazement, joy, and tenderness, the secret finally comes to light. The young girl leans close to her grandmother in wide-eyed astonishment as the tiny dragon blinks up at them from its nest of glowing eggshell shards. Its scales shimmer softly, still new to the world, its damp wings trembling with it's very first breaths.
Grandma’s sparkling eyes meet the dragonling with a warm, “welcome to this world” kind of tenderness, her heart glowing just as brightly as the child’s. She watches the little girl's reaction with a quiet joy that only deepens the magic of the moment. Together they share the scene in a hush of awe and laughter, sunlight pooling around them and wildflowers glowing at their feet. It is a moment woven from love, legacy, and the gentle kind of magic that only families share.
