That morning, Elena was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her three daughters. The smell of toast filled the small room. Katty and Delya were already sitting at the dining table, waiting enthusiastically.

However, Olivia was still standing by the kitchen door, her face looking glum.

"Olivia, why are you so quiet? Come on, have breakfast," Elena said as she put the plate on the table.

Olivia bit her lip, then looked down. "Mommy..." her voice was low, almost a whisper.

Elena ...