When I woke up the next day, I was happy. I woke up excited. I had a purpose, something to do, and for once, I didn't feel sorry for myself, and I was happy. I took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs. I had planned to have breakfast at a hotel, but then, something made me pause.
Instead of leaving, I turned and made my way to the kitchen.
When I reached the kitchen, I found Madeline busy with her tasks. Without a second glance, I greeted her cordially,
"Good morning." She didn’t respond, but I didn’t care. I only did it out of respect anyway.
I walked straight to the fridge, grabbed a jug of juice, poured myself a glass, took out two eggs, and some sauces, and then headed over to the cooker. I lit it up and got busy with my breakfast, catching Madeline throwing me evil glanc
