“Turn it off!” she mumbles.
“I can’t turn off the sun, sweetheart. And your kids want to wish you a happy Mother’s Day.”
She turns over and notices our two kids for the first time.
“Oh, that’s very sweet,” she says, kissing one and the other. She turns to the nightstand.
“Waffles and orange juice? You spoil me.”
“I made the waffles!” Danny claims. I smile. He helped mix the batter.
“Wow!” Elia says. She ruffles his hair lightly. “Amazing.”
Myrla has her thumb in her mouth, but she takes it out to ask, “Like it?”
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