"Is it ready yet, Mom?" Marco asked, tugging on my shirt.
"Almost," I said with a smile. "Go wash your hands."
Making breakfast for the kids was the only normal part of my morning.
I really missed them and the whole month without them was just terrible because they keep me saying by their noise but they seem to not have missed me because they would rather play out the whole day than come home.
My mind was full of thoughts about Annabelle and Astor, but I didn't let the children see that.
I put on a happy face. I piled their plates high with fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, and fruit.
They ate quickly, laughing and talking with their mouths full. They were happy and it honestly takes me back to what pa said because I think it was really troubling for them to have to go from one pack
