THURSDAY, early morning, as the sun rose in the sky, it spread a rosy tinge across the enchanting landscape. The scene was illuminated by its golden rays. Walking towards the Gazebo, which is located in the heart of their garden, Hera was holding a cup of coffee in her hands. Her children were still asleep when she went to check on them earlier.

“Hera!”

She came to a halt and glanced in the direction of the voice, where she spotted Mary, who was walking towards her. She squinted a little bit in her eyes. "You've gotten up early."

Mary drew her brows together. “A-huh. Well, I enjoy mornings,” she remarked,...