The smell of pancakes woke Mansur from his sleep. He shot out of bed quickly, rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eyes as he hurriedly brushed his teeth. His mouth was already watering as he dashed downstairs wearing only a black short and white tee-shirt.
Salma was moving around swiftly in the kitchen when he walked in, an apron tied around her waist. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, with her scarf wrapped around it. She was wearing grey skinny jeans and a baby blue sweater. She was mixing pancake batter in a bowl, her back turned to him. Mansur leaned on the doorframe, folding his arms across his chest. The corner of his lips tugged up as he watched his wife humming to herself. He wanted to hug her, but he knew she wouldn't appreciate the gesture.
As Salma reached over to drop t
