Mia's POV

It was early in the morning and I could already smell the bacon sizzling from my room. My mom was the kind of woman who felt that it was her calling to be a homemaker. And she was really good at it too. I was still in bed, too groggy to move.

I could hear the garbage truck outside, loudly shuffling through cans and emptying their contents into the top of the truck. I listened to the birds sing their song in the tree just outside my window and I lay there ...