A few days later, the cottage felt different in the best way. Ms. Clara cooked breakfast while humming a soft tune, the kitchen filling with the smell of warm toast and apple jam. Emma sat on the rug, turning the pages of her favorite picture book. Ben built tall towers with wooden blocks beside the fireplace. The clock ticked gently, and a cat named Pebble curled up by the door. Father came down the stairs with a sleepy smile. Mother joined him, holding two cups of tea. They looked at each other from the doorway, hearts full. The kind nanny came to the house, and warmth grew in every corner.