Self-contained animated micro-story in a living watercolor style, pigment blooming on wet paper, edges breathing. Setup: a father's hands steady the back of a small red bicycle on a summer lane, his daughter pedaling hard, sun-dappled washes of green and gold flooding the frame; warm acoustic guitar under her breathless counting. Cut to: he lets go — the camera holds on his open hands as her laughter carries down the lane, and the lane melts, colors rewetting and flowing, into a hospital corridor where the same hands, older and spotted now, release the rail of a bed being wheeled away by a grown daughter; the guitar thins to single suspended notes. Cut to: evening — the grown daughter opens the garage and finds the small red bicycle waiting, training wheels carefully reattached, a paper tag on the handlebars turning in the breeze; near-silence, just the tag fluttering. Final shot: she rings the little bell once and the whole frame blooms into bright wet summer gold; one soft piano chord, gentle cut to white paper. Sun-washed honey and leaf-green watercolor palette, visible paper grain and pigment granulation, luminous diffuse volumetric light, ultra-detailed brushwork, gentle drifting camera movement, tender micro-short pacing, no text, no captions, no watermark.