It was the morning and you got up from your little race car bed. Your city picture rug in the middle of your room that you play with each day. You get up and walk out to look down the stairwell, seeing your dad getting his work clothes while mom was cleaning up his plate from breakfast. From the top of the stairs, you see your mom give one last kiss to your dad’s cheek before he left for work. Then, she sees your little head up the stairs and smiled.

Mom: “Mornin, sleepy head. I thought you’d never wake up in time to eat your super yummy breakfast.”