YVONNE —

It was 6:20 a.m. when a knock was heard on the door.

"Who is there?" I asked.

"Conan, please," he responded.

"Yay! Uncle Conan is here!" my kids yelled.

"Come in, please," I remarked, and he entered.

"Good morning, Uncle Conan," the kids chorused.

"Good morning, lovelies. How are you doing today?" Conan responded, letting out a smile at them.

"Good morning, Alpha Conan," I greeted, and he responded, sitting down on the couch with the kids.

"Uncle Conan, I enjoyed the gift you bought for us yesterday," Kiara remarked.

"Uncle, me too. It was so yummy," Amelia added, smiling.

"Really? I'm glad you both enjoyed it," he...