Morning comes softly, with the sun casting a pale golden light through the windows of our house.
The first thing I hear is the sound of birds chirping outside, their little songs b l e n d i n g with the gentle hum of the world waking up. I stretch in bed, feeling the warmth of my parents on either side of me, and smile as I remember where I am.
Mama is already awake, her arm no longer around me, but I can hear her humming softly as she moves about the kitchen. Papa, on the other hand, is still asleep, his arm draped over his eyes as if to block out the morning light. I carefully wriggle out from under the covers, trying not to wake him, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, he stirs.
"Lilac?" he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
"Morning, Papa!" I say, tiptoeing around to his side of the bed and leaning in close. "Time to get uppity-up!"
He peeks out from under his arm, one eye open, a playful smile already tugging at his lips. "Is it really morning? Or is it still nighttime, and I'm dreaming?"
I giggle, shaking my head. "It's definitely morning, Papa! I can tell because you're snoring, and you only do that when it's morning."
Papa chuckles, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "Well, if you say so, then I guess it must be true."
I grab his hand, tugging him up with all my might. "Come on, Papa! Mama's making breakfast, and you promised we'd make jokes today."
He groans dramatically, letting me pull him up. "Alright, alright, I'm up. But you'd better have some good jokes ready, Lilac."
We head to the kitchen together, and as we walk in, I'm greeted by the delicious smell of pancakes sizzling on the griddle. Mama is at the stove, flipping them with practiced ease, her movements as graceful as always. The table is already set, with plates and glasses waiting for us.
"Good morning to the both of you," Mama says, turning to smile at us as we enter. "I see Lilac managed to drag you out of bed, Daddy."
"Barely," Papa says with a mock sigh, reaching up to smooth down his hair. "I think I'm still half asleep. But Lilac's been planning to tell me some jokes, so I guess I'll have to wake up properly."
I giggle as I climb into my chair, already thinking of the best joke I know. "Okay, Papa, here's one! What do you call a bear with no teeth?"
Papa raises an eyebrow, pretending to think hard. "Hmm, I don't know. What do you call a bear with no teeth?"
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Skies & Florets
RomanceShe has built a quiet life in her small-town flower shop, surrounded by the blooms she's always loved. But as the years pass, the memory of her childhood friend-the boy who once promised to be by her side-lingers like a ghost among the petals. Now g...
