The morning progressed with the comfortable rhythm that had become familiar in our makeshift household. As the sun climbed higher and cast warming rays through the kitchen windows, the sounds of awakening filled the air—footsteps on creaking floorboards, the gentle murmur of morning conversations, and the increasingly appetizing aromas of breakfast preparation.
Rachel, having finished her washing routine, had emerged from upstairs with damp hair and a refreshed appearance. She immediately joined forces with Daisy in the kitchen, the two of them working together with the kind of synchronized efficiency that spoke to months of collaborative meal preparation even though Daisy barely started helping Rachel in the kitchen.
