Rose’s Point of View
As the first rays of sunlight filtered through my window, a sweet scent filled the air, teasing my senses awake. The rich aroma of French toast, strawberries, bacon, and eggs mingled with the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers, making my heart race with anticipation. I instantly recognized Elana's handiwork—she was my pack member and the designated cook, always going the extra mile for my birthday. Her thoughtful surprises had a way of wrapping me in warmth, as if she was channeling love and care through every dish.
Jumping out of bed, I quickly dressed in my favorite sundress—pale blue with flowers. I couldn’t wait to indulge in the special birthday breakfast Elana had prepared. I hurried down the staircase, each step echoing my excitement and making my heart fl
