The Fresh Start

** 7 - Finding Rhythm **

Friday morning arrived, and with it, a sense of pride. Our first week with Donna had flown by. I poured myself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, lost in thought.

Memories of our fun times flooded my mind – Donna's contagious laughter during our messy science experiment, her wide eyes when we learned about ancient Egypt, and our spontaneous dance parties.

But other moments lingered, too. Like the evening Zoe came home late, exhausted, and I helped her unwind with a cup of tea and a listening ear. Her grateful gaze stayed with me long after she went to bed.

And then there were the everyday moments – our morning conversations about Donna's lessons, our shared laughter during dinner prep. Even the brief touch of Zoe's hand when we passed each other in the hallway left an impression.

These fleeting connections made my heart skip a beat. As I reflected on them, my feelings for Zoe became harder to ignore. Her smile, her crinkling eyes, made my heart flutter. Was I crossing a line, blurring boundaries between caregiver and... something more?

I took a sip of my coffee, seeking clarity. What was I doing? I'd come to help Zoe and Donna, not complicate things.

The tension lingered, a quiet unease in my stomach. Was I being honest with myself? With Zoe?

The kitchen's morning sunlight cast a warm glow, reminding me of Donna's presence. This wasn't just about Zoe; it was about Donna, too – our bond, our laughter.

What did I really want?

The question hung, unanswered.

Donna burst into the kitchen, her curly hair bouncing with each step. "Morning, Sabrina!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me.

I hugged her back, feeling a surge of affection. "Morning, sunshine! Ready for breakfast?"

We settled into our routine – scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, and fresh fruit. Donna chattered about her plans for the day, from math lessons to art projects.

Just as we finished eating, Zoe stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. "Coffee," she mumbled, heading straight for the brew.

Donna giggled. "Mom's not a morning person!" she whispered to me.

I smiled, pouring Zoe a cup. "I think we've established that."

Zoe took a sip, her eyes slowly focusing. "Thanks, Sabrina. What's the plan for today?"

Donna launched into an excited recount of her schedule, while Zoe listened, nodding.

The day happened almost exactly as Donna described it – math lessons, art projects, and a quick lunch. Before I knew it, the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow.

As Donna settled in for her quiet time, I continued with the afternoon chores, my mind wandering to Zoe's upcoming date.

Before I knew it, Zoe walked in the door, home earlier than expected. She looked radiant, her hair styled and makeup subtly applied.

"Hey, Sabrina! I'm going to get ready," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Donna looked up from her book, "Mom's got a date!" she exclaimed.

Zoe smiled, "That's right, sweetie. Ethan's taking me out for dinner."

I watched Zoe hurry upstairs.

Donna chattered excitedly about her mom's date, and I listened, nodding. "Do you think Mom will bring him home?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.