Aliyah's POV
I helped the children prepare for school, packing and arranging their lunch boxes while Tracy dressed them up right in the sitting room.
“Mommy, we are late again?” Elara's little voice came from the sitting room. Barely audible, but I could make out what she said.
“Not late, sweetie. Mommy is almost done” I yelled from the kitchen.
“But we'll be late if you don't get your socks on, Elara!” Tracy said to her with a giggle.
Soon, I was done with the packing, and I hurried out to the sitting room.
“Good” I muttered, seeing that both of them were already done, their backpacks on the center table waiting to be picked up right after their meal.
“You should have gotten their meals out first,” Tracy frowned.
She stood up, went to get their cereals and the milk.
Elara
