Zarah's pov
The smell of breakfast drifted through the kitchen as I stirred the eggs, the swish of bacon adding a little noise to the quietness that hung in the room.
It was Saturday morning. Saturday mornings were always the best that I could ever ask for and Elliot loved it because I was always at home to help him with homeworks and play with him.
But today was extra special as we were going to the park.
It was a new park that had just opened and all the kids in the neighborhood and their parents would be there and I was quite sure that Elliot, though shy, would make some new friends there.
Elliot was still in his room, maybe pulling on his sneakers or scrabbling for his favorite cape — whatever it was that would make our trip to the park that morning very interesting.
I smiled to myself, enjoying how everything was going to be.