Abigail placed the last plate on the metal puddle they used to call a counter.

"I think we should eat in the dining room today,” Anna suggested taking the plates off before they could slip off the disfigured counter, with a sigh, before walking towards the dining room disappearing from view.

Abigail sighed, folding her apron as Anna came back, "they're still upstairs?" Abigail asked but was interrupted when Alessia came strolling down the stairs with a bag pack slung around her shoulder.

Anna folded her arms watching her daughter descend the stairs, "Alessia, did you forget we agreed on no school today?" She asked as Alessia kissed her cheek...