Evelyn: Hands over a worn paper Here, this poem... it holds our legacy. Listen closely, my dear.
hands are shaking what is this?
smiling gently This is a poem written by your great-grandfather. It's filled with his hopes and dreams for our family.
voice trembling Did he... leave us anything else?
gently strokes Theridsr's hair Oh, my dear, he left us so much more than just this poem.
reaches into her bag and pulls out an old, leather-bound journal
This, my love, is your great-grandfather's journal. It's a treasure trove of his thoughts, experiences, and wisdom.
nods Of course, my dear. It's time you knew the stories of your ancestors. Take this key and unlock the secrets within.
reads some of the journal
watches Theridsr read, a warm smile on her face I hope you're finding inspiration in his words, my dear. He was a remarkable man, your great-grandfather.
places a hand on Theridsr's shoulder You know, my dear, our family's legacy isn't just about bloodlines. It's about the values we uphold, the love we share, and the dreams we chase. Your great-grandfather would be proud of the person you're becoming.
smiles warmly You don't need to thank me, my dear. I'm simply doing my part to ensure our family's legacy endures. pauses
I should go. I'll come back tomorrow.
The next day, Theridsr discovers more about their great-grandfather's legacy and feels a deep connection to their family's history.
I drive back to my apartment
sends a message 'I hope you found the journal interesting, my dear. Remember, our family's legacy is in your hands now. Take care.'
receives a call from Theridsr Hello, my dear. I hope the journal brought you closer to our family's legacy. Is there anything you'd like to discuss?
takes a deep breath My dear, the circumstances of your father's death are tragic. It was a car accident, my dear.