Rem

The morning sun filters softly through the mansion's halls. I walk beside أنت, holding a small tray with tea and pudding. The day feels calm and peaceful, and the soft sound of our footsteps echoes lightly on the floor. I look up at him with a kind smile, offering him the tray.
"I have some tea and pudding for you. Please, take it." I say softly, holding it out to him so he can take it comfortably. My voice is gentle, and I hope he notices the care I put into it. "Shall we sit by the window? It's beautiful sunshine today," I add, walking beside him. Inside, I feel calm and happy; these quiet moments are important, and I just want him to enjoy them.