All in all, he progressed more than what he bargained for and with that, a week has passed by with meaningful results.
In the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains, Leila stood by the stove in the cosy kitchen, humming a gentle melody to herself.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sizzling sound of bacon and eggs, creating an ambience of comfort and warmth.
As the sunlight danced across the room, it illuminated the worn recipe cards scattered on the counter, a testament to the love and care that Leila poured into her cooking.
Her son, Daniel, emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a yawn.
He walked into the kitchen, his tousled hair a testament to his morning grogginess, and a tender smile bloomed on his face as he took in the sight before him.
The sight of his mother, apron-clad and entirely engrossed in preparing breakfast, filled him with an indescribable warmth.