A Mothers Intuition

Avery

I woke to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through my curtains as I squinted at my phone. 7:13 AM. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow for a moment before another crash jolted me fully awake.

"Mom?" I called, throwing back the covers and padding toward the kitchen.

I found her standing amid an array of pots and pans, looking slightly guilty.

"Morning, sweetheart!