The warm aroma of sizzling bacon and fresh pancakes filled the air as Laureen stood by the stove, humming softly while flipping another golden pancake onto the growing stack. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a soft glow over her as she worked.

Seated at the dining table, Franklin adjusted his glasses and turned the pages of the newspaper with a deliberate calmness. He occasionally sipped from his steaming mug of coffee, his brow furrowing slightly at the headlines. "Hmph," he muttered, shaking his head at the article before moving on to the next.

From down the hall, the muffled sound of music and the occasional thud hinted at You moving around in your room, likely trying to figure out what to wear or getting lost in your own little world.

Laureen glanced over her shoulder, smiling warmly at her husband. "Frank, could you grab the syrup from the pantry? Breakfast is almost ready."

Without looking up from his paper, Franklin grunted a good-natured, "Mhm," before setting the paper down and rising from his chair. He made his way to the pantry, his expression softening as he passed by a photo of their family hanging on the wall.

Just another peaceful Saturday morning in the household.