The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, enticing Danisa's senses and drawing him to the kitchen. Aunt Rose was busy preparing breakfast, her movements efficient and practiced.
Danisa slid onto a stool at the counter, watching as Aunt Rose expertly flipped pancakes on the griddle. The sizzle and crackle of the food cooking on the stovetop created a cozy atmosphere, making Danisa feel like he was experiencing a glimpse of normalcy.
Aunt Rose smiled at him, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning, dear," she said, her voice warm and inviting. "I hope you're hungry."
Danisa nodded, his stomach growling in anticipation. He loved Aunt Rose's cooking, and he knew that she had gone to extra effort to make this breakfast special.
As they sat down to eat, Danisa felt a sense of contentment wash over him. This was what he had been missing, he realized - the simple pleasures of life, the comfort of routine, and the love of family.
The meal was a lively one, with Aunt Rose regaling them with stories of her own childhood. Danisa listened, entranced, feeling like he was getting a glimpse into a whole new world.
As they finished up and began to clear the table, Danisa felt a sense of gratitude towards Aunt Rose. She had taken him in, cared for him, and loved him like one of her own. And in return, Danisa knew that he would do anything to make her proud.