Noah's POV The days finally started to feel normal again. Or at least close to normal. I went back to college like usual. No more training until midnight, no more sneaking out of the hospital, no more huge fights with Mommy every single day. Everything slowly became calmer. That morning, I had just finished showering and walked downstairs while drying my hair with the small towel hanging over my shoulder. The moment I reached the first floor, the smell of food immediately greeted me. I already knew. Mommy must’ve woken up early again. I stepped into the dining room, and sure enough, the table was already full of food. Eggs, warm soup, bread, fruit, even juice that was obviously homemade. Mommy, who was pouring milk, immediately turned when she saw me. “Noah!” Her face instantly brightened. “Come eat breakfast.” I chuckled softly. “Morning, Mom.” Dad
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