Mamun hunched over his open notebook, scribbling down facts about small creatures. He paused, glancing at the little mouse scurrying through the shavings in its enclosure. "How long do you think you’ll live, little one?" he mused aloud, his voice soft and contemplative.

Mamun[/@ch_1]'s face with pale blue light. Stacks of scientific journals lie open, their pages filled with graphs and lifespan charts. Outside, a gentle rain patters against the window.] Mamun scrolled through an article about rodents, intrigued by the variations in life expectancy. "Most house mice only live about one to two years in the wild," he read, his brow furrowed. "But in captivity, with good care, they might reach three years." The realization dawned on him—so much life, packed into such a short span.

Mamun leaned closer, watching his mouse with newfound reverence. "Time must feel different for you," he whispered, his tone filled with wonder. He imagined all the tiny adventures compressed into each day—a lifetime unfolding in mere months.

Mamun[/@ch_1] as a child with his first pet mouse sits propped against a stack of notebooks, evoking memories.] Mamun smiled, recalling the joy and heartbreak of caring for such fragile lives. "You teach me about cherishing moments," he said quietly, reaching in to offer a sunflower seed. The mouse accepted it, tiny paws trembling with excitement.

Mamun jotted down his final thoughts: "The average life span of a mouse reminds us that every day matters." He closed his notebook with a sense of gentle melancholy, grateful for the lesson tucked into the heartbeats of his tiny companion. "Goodnight, little friend," he whispered, voice barely audible.

Mamun[/@ch_1] tiptoes away, leaving the room filled with a quiet sense of appreciation.] Outside, the rain has stopped, and the fresh scent of earth drifts in through a cracked window. Life, brief and beautiful, continues—one precious day at a time.