The past’s echo
As the afternoon waned, we recounted the tales that had been the lullabies of our heritage. The legends and myths, once whispered, were now spoken with reverence and a touch of amusement. The echo of our past, with its mix of lore and truth, was embraced fully, a rich tapestry that each of us, even young Zoe, could take pride in. It was our story, unfiltered and honest.