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Sarah watched her daughter, Maya, meticulously paint tiny details onto a miniature dragon figurine. Her own passion, miniature wargaming, had clearly found a new champion. Sarah’s chest felt light, the sensation akin to a balloon gently lifting.

Maya, no older than seven, had completely taken over the spare room, which had once been Sarah’s designated battleground. A battlefield stretched across the floor, filled with painstakingly painted units, small trees, and strategically placed hills. Sarah had to admit, Maya's attention to detail was astonishing.

“Mom, is the wash on the scales right?” Maya asked, her brow furrowed in concentration. Sarah couldn't help but grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling. She went over to Maya and took a look. "Perfect," she said.