Six years later

~Eliana~

“Mum, I want more pancakes,” Ian said, skipping into the kitchen.

“And you shall have more,” I said, wearing a broad smile, as I served him with two extra pancakes.

“Thanks,” He said, stuffing his mouth.

“You’re welcome,” I told him, turning off the heat from the gas cooker.

“What’s that over there?” He asked, pointing at the plate of food I was aiming to put inside the fridge before we both left the house.

“Mac and Cheese, what does it look like?” I retorted.

“It looks more like poop,” He mumbled.

“Come again?” I asked, glaring at him.

“I didn’t say anything,” He replied, trying...