Ava, a wide-eyed eight-year-old, bounces on her bed, clutching her favorite stuffed Pluto. Her parents, Sarah and Michael, bustle around, making last-minute checks. "Is it time to go yet? I don't want to miss anything!"

Sarah kneels to adjust Ava's mouse ears, a gentle smile on her face. "Let's stick together and make today unforgettable," she says, taking her daughter's hand tightly.

Michael lifts Ava onto his shoulders, giving her a bird’s-eye view. "Look, Ava! There’s Mickey waving at the parade!" Ava squeals, waving back with both hands, her smile brighter than the afternoon sun.

Ava hesitantly approaches, her eyes wide with awe. "Cinderella, can I have a picture with you?" The princess kneels gracefully, offering a warm embrace and a sparkling smile as cameras flash.

Sarah buys a pair of churros, handing one to Ava, who licks the cinnamon sugar from her lips. "This is the best day ever, Mom," she says, her eyes shining. "I'm so glad you're happy, sweetheart. Let's see what adventure comes next,"

Michael wraps his arms around Sarah and Ava, holding them close as the finale bursts overhead. "We'll remember this day forever," he whispers. Ava leans into her family, her heart full of magic, as the night sky sparkles with dreams come true.