Elena opened the door to her apartment with one hand while the other held a bag of warm bread. As she stepped inside, she saw her three daughters sitting in the living room with Tamara.

"Mommy!" exclaimed Delya, jumping off the couch and running toward her.

Elena smiled and knelt down to hug her youngest daughter tightly. "Mommy’s home, sweetheart."

Olivia and Katty rushed over as well, their eyes lighting up at the sight of the bread in Elena’s hand.

"Is that bread for us?" Olivia asked eagerly.

Elena chuckled. "Of course. Mommy brought bread just for you three."

Tamara stood from the couch, greeting Elena with a knowing look....