Avina woke up at the crack of dawn. She dazedly stared into the air, muddled. A sweet aroma floated through her room, and she stood up sniffing and following it like a small dog. Slowly, it led her directly to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, mom's gentle hum accompanied the skillet sizzling. Her gentle figure swaying in the lowly dimmed room looked tender. She stared at her small pan with love and affection pouring out her soul in her food all for the recipient.
Mom heard small footsteps heading her way and looked back. She saw her darling daughter with her messy hair sleepily staring back at her. "Good morning," Mom grinned.
"Morning," Avina yawned. She scratched her hair before walking into the bathroom. When she was done cleaning herself and went back, breakfast was already prepared.
