Samira's POV
Morning light spilled through the kitchen windows and stretched across the wooden table where my family had already gathered. The smell of toast and scrambled eggs filled the room while the kettle hummed softly on the stove. My mother moved between the counter and the table with steady efficiency. My father sat at the end of the table with his coffee mug in one hand while he read something on his phone.
My younger brother Martin bounced his leg under the table as if sitting still required effort. I pulled out my chair and sat down with a quiet sigh.
"Good morning Sam!" My mother said as she placed a plate of eggs in front of me.
"Morning." I replied while reaching for a slice of toast.
Martin leaned across the table immediately, his eyes wide with curiosity. "So are you f
