On a rare day off this month, Yugh woke around 11:00 am. He washed up and stepped out of his room, his stomach grumbling with hunger, intending to ask his mother for breakfast. The house was unusually quiet, leading him to assume his father and brother had already left for work.
As he approached the kitchen, he realized his mother was on the phone. "...finisheverything..." he heard her say softly into the receiver. Spotting him, she quickly ended the call and turned to him with a warm, teasing smile, remarking how he still came to her for food like a little boy. 😅
Taking the plate she offered, he went to the small table in the sunlit garden. Sitting there, he ate his meal in leisurely silence, breathing in the fresh air and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, allowing himself a moment of simple, untroubled peace. 🌤