Rice!

The room felt significantly more cramped compared to Desmond's, with a small bed and a chest for clothes taking up a significant portion of the space. As the young boy stirred, he sleepily brushed away the hand that gently nudged him. Seated beside him, an adult woman beamed with affection, her gaze fixed on her son.

"Rise and shine, my dear," the woman's soft voice filled the room, coaxing him gently. "If you don't wake up soon, Elizabeth might not come to visit." Her warm smile conveyed both playfulness and encouragement. The boy's emerald green eyes blinked open, focusing on his mother's face.

"Good morning, Mom," the child yawned, his voice filled with drowsiness, as he rubbed his eyes.

"Morning, my sweet Clark," Yasi greeted him, unable to contain her delight at her son's adorable morning grogginess. "Breakfast is ready; I've prepared your favorite freshly baked bread." Unable to resist his charm, she couldn't help but pinch his cheek gently.