Gift

The sun was happily shining, as if everything was going to be alright today. At least that's what Grace felt in the warm morning air as she stretched out her arms on the porch of her room.

The sound of the door opening was heard, followed by Noah's call, "Honey, you're awake, right? Let's have breakfast first!"

"Hmm, yes. I'm coming down now," Grace replied with a smile.

The greeting of Noah's helping hand gently pulled her along at an even pace toward the dining room of their home. When they got there, Grace's eyeballs fluttered with emotion at the sight of the beautiful dining table. Not fancy but special.

Just two plates of meat sandwiches with two glasses of fresh milk on the table. There was also a small vase of fresh roses in the center to beautify their dining table.

Grace's smile grew, adding to the beauty of her face that was already perfect in Noah's eyes.

"Just want to be seen? Don't you have an appetite? Do you want something else for breakfast?" Noah asked repeatedly for