The apartment was filled with the sound of small footsteps and hurried whispers.
“Mommy, where is my school uniform?”
Esther looked away from the lunch boxes she was packing and found Caleb standing in the doorway, his hair messy from sleep and his shirt hanging halfway out of his trousers.
“Your school uniform is on your chair,” she said, pointing toward his room.
“The same one you said you didn’t like yesterday.”
Caleb disappeared for a moment before returning with it in his hands.
“I like it today.”
Esther stared at him for a second before a small smile escaped.
“Of course you do.”
She turned back to the kitchen counter.
Two lunch boxes sat beside her.
Two sandwiches carefully wrapped.
Two bottles of juice and small snacks.
It was an ordinary morning for most people.
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