Early in the morning, the smell of toast filled the small apartment. Elena was busy in the kitchen, spreading jam on the bread while occasionally glancing at the pot on the stove.

"Mommy, where’s the milk?" Olivia called from the dining table.

"Just a minute, honey," Elena replied, quickly pouring milk into a glass.

Katty swung her legs beneath the table, watching her mother curiously.

"Is Mommy going to the office again?"

Elena nodded as she served their breakfast.

"Yes. I have to hurry ...