Becky woke up early to cook their breakfast. Today was Sylvie’s big day and she wanted everything to be perfect. Her clothes for today are already pressed and is now neatly hanging on the closet doors. Normally, she does not have breakfast, most especially early in the morning, but Becky insisted on preparing something nourishing other than a cup of coffee.
“What are you saying that you will only have coffee for breakfast?As if I am letting you go to your first day of work famished.” Scooping the egg omelette on the pan and placing it on two plates on their little wooden table.
“You know what, this reminds me of my first day in school.” Sylvie said, pouring herself a cup of brewed coffee.
“Yeah, except the part when you had to go to school alone and hungry because your mom was so wasted
