Bruises on my legs were still obvious when I was taking a shower that morning. Reed was still sleeping. I allowed him to, he had to go through so much over the weekend. And now he needs to go back to being the student that everyone knew he was, he is.
I wanted to make something special for the boys that morning so I woke up earlier than I should have. Although there was nothing too special about pancakes and sandwiches, I knew the boys would appreciate the gesture.
As I was cooking the pancakes, I started making them sandwiches too, packing a couple of each that they can bring to school.
Reed was the first who came down the stairs to head to the kitchen. “You should have woke me up, I could have helped you here.”
“It’s just pancakes, nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Now while I have you
