The sun rose, shining bright and it lightened up the room.
Kiara Jones , a single mother, stood in the kitchen making breakfast.
Her life has been great so far. She works hard day and night, rainy and sunny, all for her one and only beloved child "Amara".
Her husband passed away 3 years ago , when Amara was 3 years old.
Although the pain she felt was hurting her day by day, night by night, she never gave up.
Trying her best to raise her little princess into a dependable, beautiful, strong , and great woman. Teaching her all she could ever want to know.
She gently flipped the pancakes and finally she served them on a white patterned plate, and placed a cup of orange juice beside it.
She climbed up the stairs, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the vacant kitchen.
She stood in front of a door which had a beautiful drawing hanging on the knob . She knocked and opened the door.
Amara, darling . It's getting late, let's hurry up and get ready...