Nana sat at the table, her eyes glued to the clock, every tick amplifying her excitement. She bounced her leg under the table, barely touching her dessert, her mind already wandering to the adventures that awaited her. The hush of the afternoon was broken only by her soft sigh as the hands drew closer to her favorite hour.
Nana felt the breeze tousle her hair, and she clutched a tiny bouquet of daisies for Grandma Lina. Each step brought her closer to the home where magic lived, nestled behind a garden gate overflowing with roses. The anticipation tingled in her fingertips as she reached the familiar porch.
Grandma Lina[/@ch_2]'s house glowed with afternoon light, throwing warm colors onto faded rugs and shelves crowded with knick-knacks. In the center, a plush chair cradled Grandma Lina, her silver hair shining as she set aside her knitting.]
Nana entered softly, careful not to disturb the peaceful air. She tiptoed to Grandma Lina's side, settling onto a cushioned stool and presenting her daisies with a bashful smile. Grandma Lina returned the gesture with a radiant smile that filled the room with warmth.
Grandma Lina[/@ch_2] placed her ball of yarn and needles gently in her lap. The light outside faded into a soft amber, shadows dancing across the walls as the world beyond grew quiet. Nana leaned in, her eyes wide with wonder and ears eager for every word.]
"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a brave prince who befriended a dragon with emerald scales..."
Nana listened, losing herself in tales of enchanted forests, clever fairies, and daring adventures. Each word painted pictures in her mind, more vivid than any dream.
"The princess, with courage in her heart, outwitted the mischievous goblin and restored peace to her land,"
Nana gasped and giggled, her fingers clutching the edge of her stool. She wondered if she might one day meet a fairy herself, or tame a dragon, just like in the stories.
Nana[/@ch_1] hugged Grandma Lina tightly, reluctant to leave the magical haven.]
"There will be more stories next Sunday, my dear,"
Nana smiled, her heart brimming with enchantment and gratitude. She stepped out into the cool evening, carrying the magic of the stories with her until the next time the clock struck four.
