Calvin lay in his bed, the once mischievous sparkle in his eyes now dim, replaced by the weight of years. His great-granddaughter, Lily, sat at his bedside, her little hands clasping his frail fingers. She didn’t understand the gravity of the moment, not fully. She only knew that her great-grandpa, who always told her the best tiger stories, seemed tired—tired in a way she hadn’t seen before. Calvin smiled weakly and turn...