AVA'S FAMILY HOUSE
It was a typical morning in the Peterson household. The sun had barely risen, and the kitchen was already bustling with the smell of sizzling bacon. Doris, Ava’s mother, was at the stove, carefully flipping the beacon in the pan.
Just then, Hank, her husband and Ava's step father, walked into the kitchen. He was already dressed for work in his usual button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Good morning, honey," Hank greeted as he leaned over to kiss Doris on the cheek.
Doris looked up from her cooking, giving him a small smile. "Good morning, honey," she replied, flipping the beacon onto the plate with precision.
Hank went straight to the fridge, opening it with a light creak. He reached for a carton of orange juice and grabbed a glass from the co
