Time moved forward as it always does.
Year after year passed by, never waiting for anyone. Seasons came and went.
Leaves fell and grew back again. Cities grew more advanced.
New buildings rose to fill the skyline.
The world kept changing, but for Sophia, the most tangible changes were always visible right inside her own home.
That morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the family room in the Blackwood mansion.
The atmosphere was calm, just as it always had been. Yet something was different.
The house was no longer filled with small children running back and forth, calling out Mommy and Daddy every few minutes.
Now, their son had grown into a young man, almost fully mature.
Sophia still often found it hard to believe.
Even though the proof stood right in front of her eyes every single day.
He was now even slightly taller than she was.
The way he spoke had grown more mature.
His way of thinking had deepened.
