Sophia POV

Humming quietly, I made my way into the kitchen and immediately saw my mom baking cookies, as she sang a song softly to herself. Leaning myself against the doorframe, I admired the way she moved gracefully in the kitchen. Her long graying blonde hair, is situated on the top of her head in a tight bun and her caramel brown eyes starts to dart between the cake and the cookies as she softly nods her head at something.

Tiptoeing fully into the kitchen, I try not to make any noise as I situate myself behind her. She’s oblivious to what’s going on around her, as she begins put...