As Rosalie picked up her tablet, the room was charged with an uneasy tension. The children, still in their party hats, were watching intently, and the other parents exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what was about to unfold. Dolores, with her arms crossed and a skeptical raise of her eyebrow, reluctantly nodded. Perhaps she expected another childish attempt to win her over, a cute video or a series of doodles. What she got instead was something none of us would forget.
Rosalie tapped the screen, and the living room was filled with a soft melody that gradually grew bolder. On the screen, a slideshow of images began to play. The first picture was a baby Rosalie, eyes wide and curious, swaddled in a hospital blanket. Then came images of her first steps, her first day at school, and a collection of moments filled with laughter and light. Each photograph transitioned seamlessly, accompanied by a voiceover that was unmistakably Rosalie’s.
