Shivaay's POV
As the golden rays of the morning sun slowly crept through my bedroom curtains, I awoke from my slumber, welcomed by the promise of a new day. I couldn't help but smile in response to the gentle chirping of birds outside my window, which seemed to be inviting me to join in their happy symphony.
I raised my arms in the air, relishing the sense of renewal that follows a sound night's sleep. A sense of eagerness overtook me as I swung my legs out of bed and put my feet on the cool, hardwood floor.
Thanks to my mother's early rise, the aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air. She was well aware of how much I valued a hot cup of tea to start my day. I made my way downstairs, following the inviting scent that led me to the kitchen. There, I found my mother working diligently, accompanied by Evlyn and Shayirah, who had become part of our household during these trying times.