I caught Mommy in the living room. He was next to Daddy, drinking coffee while reading the newspaper. The strong aroma of the black coffee lingers in my nose as I make my way towards them. Mommy was the first one who lifted her eyes to me. Carrying a pink duffel bag, I continued walking until I could get close to them. I crouched a bit to plant a soft kiss on her cheek.

"Good morning, Mommy." I greeted and let out a soft smile.

She didn't respond right away. Instead she looked down at the bag I was holding. I swallowed a bit at the way her sharp eyes...