Our playroom was dappled in sunlight, the rug’s blue squares glowing in different shades, tiny floating specks making the entire room already look like a memory.

One day, we won’t be here anymore — little voices, different yet so similar, intertwining: “Let’s pretend the castle falls down.”

One day, we’ll be grown up, waking up in different beds, in different houses, at different stages of life. But what won’t change is the warmth our hearts feel when we reminisce, remember, and reflect on how beautiful it all was.

Because childhood is so fleeting, and every child deserves the beauty it has to offer.