As Brooke went down the stairs, she heard a giggling sound coming from the kitchen. Who might it be? She peeked and saw Ella making pancakes with Julia while they were teasing each other.
Ella looked cute in her oversized shirt and the dust of flour that stained her cheek. Julia put her on top of the small chair so that Ella could reach the table to stir the batter.
“Julia, look!...” Ella said, showing her the big bowl from her hands. “You did a great job there, Ella… Keep stirring.” Julia said, smiling at her. It was very heartwarming to see such interaction from both of them in the morning. This is what’s missing in this house—a child.
A feeling of sadness makes its way towards Brooke’s heart as she suddenly remembered her unborn child.
Maybe God didn’t agree with the idea of her
