Kendrick watched in amazement, unable to tear his eyes away from the intricate creation forming before him. "Wow, Honey, you're incredible," Kendrick murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Amelia's joy was infectious, filling the room with a renewed sense of hope and creativity.
The golden tree took shape under her skillful hands, its branches gleaming under the soft light, symbolizing not just her talent but the growth and strength she and Kendrick both cherished in their journey together.
As Amelia's fingers deftly handle the golden wire. "Woobin, please look for an 'iron pyrite' among the gems. Hand me the golden color one," she instructed.
Woobin handed Amelia three pouches of golden-colored iron pyrite in various sizes. "This is great!" Amelia beamed; she was happy to see the variety of sizes. 'My mom truly is meticulous, even sending me different sizes of every gem,' Amelia happily thought.