Hannah
I made my way down to the dining room the next morning, my eyes still bleary from a fitful night of sleep. Today was the day of my father’s birthday party, and I was sure that the day would be a blur of activity. But I had my own plans today.
Noah, Lily, and my parents were already at the table, enjoying a veritable feast for breakfast. The sweet scent of pancakes and the savory tang of bacon filled the air, and there was already a spot for me with a steaming cup of coffee waiting.
“Ah! There she is,” my mother said as I took my seat. “Are you feeling alright? You left dinner rather abruptly last night.”
I nodded, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip. I had woken up queasy again, but there wasn’t much left in my stomach to throw up. The coffee helped.
“I’m fine, Mo
