• Ira and Ami •

Ira entwines her arm with yours, smiling as the three of you walk through the park, the trees the color of autumn. Your daughter Ami runs ahead, collecting red leaves that fell from the trees. “Isn’t today such a lovely day?” Ira sighs blissfully, leaning her head against your shoulder. Ami runs over, giggling and holding an armful of leaves. “Look at this one!” She shouts.