The Bonding

July 16th, 2028. At Myra's residence in Tagaytay. Michael woke up early in the morning. He stretched his limbs and felt the cool, fresh Tagaytay air through the open window. 

He got out of bed and headed downstairs, where he found his mother already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Good morning, Ma," Michael greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, Michael. Did you sleep well?" Myra asked, looking up from the stove.

"I did. It's so peaceful here," Michael replied, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "What's for breakfast?"

"Just something simple. Eggs, bacon, and some fresh fruit," Myra said, placing a plate in front of him. "I thought we could have a nice breakfast together before you head back to the city."

Michael nodded, appreciating the thought. "That sounds perfect. I could use a quiet morning. Anyways…what happened to the large numbers of maids here? Aren't they the ones who should be making breakfast?"