Mary was busy tidying up the kitchen when I came downstairs for breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs on the stove made my stomach grumble in anticipation. I noticed that Mellisa was still fast asleep, a peaceful expression on her face as she rested, her recovery from her illness now complete.
"Good morning, Mary," I greeted her, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "You're up early today."
Mary flashed me a warm smile as she continued to bustle around the kitchen. "Good morning, Sarah. Yeah, I had a few things on my to-do list that needed attention. And with Mellisa feeling better, I wanted to make sure everything was in order for when her friends come to visit."
Mellisa's friends from school were scheduled to visit her to
