SATURDAY morning came with a different kind of energy. Not peaceful. Not tense either. Just… deliberate.
Amelia moved around the kitchen with quiet urgency, tying her hair into a loose bun as she checked the pot on the stove. The aroma of spices filled the air, warm and inviting, but her mind was elsewhere— calculating, preparing, anticipating.
Everything had to be right, because today wasn’t just a visit, it was something else entirely.
She reached for a tray when—
“Mummy! Mummyyy!”
Two identical voices rang through the house.
Amelia didn’t need to turn.
A small smile crept onto her lips.
“In the kitchen!” she called.
Moments later, Gabriel and Gaddiel came rushing in, fully dressed, their little sneakers squeaking slightly against the tiled floor.
“Mummy, are we going now?” one
