Emma
The morning started with a light and contagious energy. The sun invaded the apartment through the half-open curtains, reflecting on the cluttered surfaces of the room. Open suitcases were scattered across the floor, with clothes, toys, and seemingly random items spilling out of their confines, as if the luggage was overflowing with anticipation for the trip. In the midst of the mess, Matthew ran from one side to the other, wearing a Mickey Mouse hat that he had found at the bottom of the closet.
"Mattie, watch your bags, love!" I shouted, laughing, as I tried to fold yet another pile of children's clothes.
"I'm helping, mom!" he replied, holding up a teddy bear so big it almost covered the hat on his head.
Killian emerged from the kitchen, balancing two cups of steaming coffee, pl
