A Lifetime of Torment

It was a beautiful day, perfect for an outing.

Families were everywhere in the children's playground of Central Park in Manhattan, enjoying the day together.

Children, in a paradise of play and imagination, were thrilled. Their laughter and shouts echoed like the chatter of birds, creating a lively and joyful atmosphere.

Two-year-old Jackson Foster was no exception.

He wore a new plaid shirt paired with denim overalls and sneakers, showing off his chubby white legs, with a baseball cap on his head. His little body bounced around his mom with excitement.

"Jackson, watch your step; don't fall," Rachel Foster gently reminded him, holding his small hand.

"Mommy, hurry. I want to go on that one," Jackson said, pulling his mom's hand. He raced like a little rocket towards his chosen attraction.

Today, Rachel wore matching outfits with her son, a departure from her usual business attire, making her look lively and youthful.