#Chapter 378: Heartfelt Messages

The lights dimmed and the room fell silent. On the large screen at the front of the room, images of Timothy and his mother, Lydia, began to flash by, accompanied by gentle music that tugged at the heartstrings. I watched as Timothy's tearful gaze locked onto the screen, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and longing. It was clear that Lydia held a special place in his heart, her presence a guiding light in his life even in her absence. As the slideshow concluded, Timothy turned to me with tears glistening in his eyes, his emotions raw and unfiltered. "That was…thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "That was beautiful. It's like she was here with us." I smiled through my own tears, reaching out to wipe away his tears. "I'm glad you liked it," I replied. "I didn’t get to know her, but I could tell your mother was an incredible woman, Timothy. She would be so proud of the man you've become." Timothy nodded, his gratitude evident in the way he held me close. But