Sharing secret with daddy

At the Hart House breakfast table, the soft morning light filtered through the windows while casting a warm glow over the scene. Anne awoke early as her heart was light happy since her ids were at home and so she was eager to make breakfast. Usually, she di dnot cook but when aloof her family was at home, it gave her an opportunity to use her skills. As she entered the dining room, she was greeted by the sight of her sleepy son, Leon, standing in his lounge clothes and looking adorably disheveled.

It was as if she was transported to twenty years ago.

Without hesitation, he hugged her tightly while rubbing his face against her neck like a small child seeking comfort of his mother. Anne smiled realizing that he had spent the night here without her knowledge.

In a soft voice, she asked, “Little Lion, I thought you went to your apartment.”

Leon, still half-asleep, simply hummed in response. “Mommy, I am hungry,” he mumbled, his eyes barely open.

Anne's heart swelled with affection as s