Christine sat with Nadia, and Jeanette. The air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and the soft murmur of conversations around them. Christine absentmindedly stirred her cappuccino, her eyes drifting to the colorful children's books stacked on a nearby shelf.

“Mom, can we go to the library after this?” Nadia asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I want to find more books about space!”

“Of course, sweetie,” Christine replied, “We can pick out a few books and maybe even find a fun activity to do there.”

Nadia nodded eagerly, her little fingers tapping on the table. “I wish I had a Dad. I bet he’d love to help...