Amara POV
As the morning sun shined through my window, I woke up and stretched my arms, letting out a long yawn. The light felt warm on my face, a comforting start to the day.
I moved towards my bathroom, splashed some cold water on my face, and washed away the remnants of sleep. Feeling more awake, I went downstairs, drawn by the delicious smell of breakfast and fresh coffee wafting through the air.
Today was special. It was the day after Aunt Jasmine had arrived, and Grandmother had decided to make a feast for breakfast to celebrate.
As I walked into the kitchen, the familiar and comforting scents of our family breakfast greeted me. The kitchen was a bustling hive of activity, with Grandmother orchestrating everything with her usual grace.
"Good morning, Amara. Could you help me
