Tanmai
“Momma, grandma and grandpa are up.” Sumeya states, returning to the kitchen. Her long, dark hair is already up in a neat ponytail, most likely done by my mother, Amara. My father, Rowan, is hopeless with long hair and Sumeya hasn’t learned to put it up on her own yet. “Good morning, dear.” My mother greets me. “Morning, mom.” I say, before turning to our dish cabinet across the way. “You made breakfast, Rika? That’s rare.” My father teases, coming up to my side and kissing the top of my head. “Thanks, dad.” I playfully grumble, knowing fully well he’s playing with me. “I have the day off today and thought I’d surprise Sumeya.” I glance at my mother. “And give mom a break.” She smiles at me appreciatively.
