Rhys Taylor arrived, bringing with them a quiet intensity that captivated everyone around. Their eyes, bright and inquisitive, seemed to drink in the world with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Every new sound, every fleeting shadow held a mystery waiting to be unraveled. Though still unable to express themselves verbally, Rhys communicated through a series of gurgles, coos, and wide-eyed stares, demonstrating an unwavering focus on understanding their surroundings. Even at this tender age, Rhys possessed a remarkable tenacity, persistently reaching for toys just out of grasp and refusing to give up until they were secured. Their tiny hands, though still clumsy, revealed a budding sense of purpose in every action. Honesty shone through Rhys's transparent expressions – joy radiating when met with kindness, and a flicker of confusion when faced with dishonesty.