Aëla loved to sing. Music wasn’t just a pastime for her—it was a part of who she was. Whether singing softly while coloring or belting out a favorite tune while dancing in her pajamas, Aëla’s voice brought life to every corner of her home. Her family often spoke of how her singing could lift moods, soften sorrow, and fill silences with something sacred.

She also loved to dance—not for attention, not for performance, but for the sheer joy of movement. Her little feet would twirl across living room floors, school stages, and garden patios. Dancing, for Aëla, was freedom. It was expression. It was life in motion. She danced when she was happy, when she was excited, even when she wasn’t feeling well. It