The following Monday began like any other.
Morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as Emily prepared breakfast. The comforting smell of pancakes filled the apartment while Noah sat neatly at the table, carefully arranging slices of banana on his plate. Across from him, Nora happily hummed to herself while trying to pour orange juice into her cup.
Unfortunately...
Most of the juice landed on the table.
"Oh!" Nora gasped.
Emily laughed softly and grabbed a towel.
"I think the table was thirstier than you."
Nora giggled.
"It wanted breakfast too."
Noah shook his head with the seriousness of someone far older than three years old.
"I told you to pour slowly."
"I did!"
"You poured too fast."
Emily smiled as she watched them.
No matter how difficult life had become, mo
