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... osphere in the house gradually quieted. The family sat together, their fingers intertwined, enjoying the peaceful ambiance surrounding them.

After some time, Azy, feeling a mix of contentment and a desire to give his parents space, mustered the courage to speak up. "Um, Mom, Dad, I think I'm going to head to bed now," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of shyness.

Alicia and Zeke exchanged surprised glances, recognizing the subtle intention behind their son's words.

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