Sade woke to the soft rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains, feeling the warmth of the early morning. She stretched and yawned, running her fingers through her hair before heading to her en-suite bathroom. After taking care of her business, she splashed some cold water on her face and wiped it dry. Her reflection in the mirror seemed slightly different today—maybe it was the excitement in the air or the peace that seemed to settle over her this Saturday.
She headed downstairs, following the familiar scent of something cooking—something hearty. As she entered the kitchen, her mother, Melody, who rarely cooked, was standing over the stove, flipping pancakes and eggs with a smile on her face.
“Wow, Mom, what's this about?” Sade asked, surprised to see the woman working so hard in th
