Morning routine begins
My alarm buzzed at 5 a.m., and I groggily turned it off. Rolling out of bed, I tiptoed to the kitchen.
Quiet mornings were my sanctuary—a brief moment of peace before the day’s chaos ensued. As I cracked eggs into a pan, their sizzle greeted the dawn.
The coffee pot gurgled, filling the room with a comforting aroma. This routine had become my anchor, the ritual that kept our family stitched together.
