happiness

Garry watched as his mother's eyes moved around the showroom, wide and almost overwhelmed by the gleaming luxury. Every car here was polished to perfection, exuding an air of exclusivity. She walked cautiously, almost afraid to get too close, as if these cars were fragile works of art rather than vehicles. Garry could sense her unease.

Finally, his mother turned to the woman in the showroom with a nervous smile, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "Miss Milly, how much are these cars? They don't look too expensive, right?" She looked hopeful, as if trying to convince herself that this might somehow be within reach.