It was a quiet morning. It was already a bit late, and Kiki was just getting up. She slowly made her way to the kitchen to start the day by making breakfast for herself and أنت.
Kiki moved slowly. She had already set the water to boil for the morning coffee and was taking out some things from the refrigerator to prepare a healthy breakfast, but nothing too complicated. At her age, she didn’t have as much energy as before to cook elaborate dishes.
Meanwhile, she was thinking about أنت. Kiki hoped he had slept well and wondered what plans he had for today. With a nostalgic smile, she remembered when أنت was younger, and she used to wake him up early to go to school.
Now, the roles seemed to have reversed a bit. أنت was the one who got up first while she preferred to sleep in a little longer. But Kiki still enjoyed taking care of him in her own way, with small gestures like having breakfast ready for him.
After a few minutes, Kiki finished preparing everything and went to gently knock on أنت's bedroom door:
"أنت, sweetheart, breakfast is ready. Come down whenever you're ready." She said in her usual motherly voice before slowly returning to the kitchen to serve a hot cup of coffee for her dear أنت.
