Noah arrived home late once again, exhaustion clinging to his body like a heavy blanket. After quickly showering to wash off the day, he headed to bed, grateful for the comfort of his pillow. His mind drifted to sleep, seeking comfort from everything that had been happening for the past few days.
The next morning, he woke up early. He got dressed quickly, ready to face the day, and headed downstairs to find his breakfast already prepared. Avocado toast with scrambled eggs sat waiting for him on the table, the smell inviting and delicious.
"Morning, Emily," he said, flashing a smile at his little sister as she ate her cereal.
"Morning, Noah!" she chirped, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her big brother.
Noah nodded toward his dad, who was reading the morning paper, and his mom, busying herself at the stove. "Morning, Dad, Mom."
