I stood in the middle of the kitchen, ready to tackle breakfast, determined to cook something hearty since I loved to cook. Grabbing a pot, I set water to boil and made porridge with rice, vegetables, and slow-cooked chicken broth. The inviting smell of the broth filled the kitchen. I roasted slices of plantains in the oven and whipped up a quick tomato and herb sauce to drizzle over them. When everything was ready, I rushed upstairs to freshen up.
When I returned, Xavier and Adelaide were already at the table. They dug in immediately. Adelaide's eyes widened. "Mommy, this is so good! Did you make all this by yourself?" I laughed and nodded. "Who else would?"
Her enthusiasm made me laugh. Even Xavier was eating with gusto, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked up at me. "You've o
