Loius POV
Sleepily walking downstairs, I let my nose lead me to the kitchen where mom was. Surprisingly, there was an array of breakfast food just waiting to be devoured.
It was odd though. The most we get for breakfast around here is cereal or bagels. Mom's usually already at the pack house by this time. Like I said, odd.
"Good morning, sweetie." Mom said happily, whisking a bowl of eggs.
"I hope you're hungry."
"Did someone die?" I ask, watching her suspiciously. Mom wouldn't miss work unless something tragic happened. To mom, work came first.
"No! Why would you think that?" Mom looked up at me before she poured the eggs into the pan on the stove.
"Well...you're home and it's nine in the morning." I pointed out. A hand patted me on the shoulder and I looked up at dad as he pass
