54: MOVING OUT

On that serene Saturday morning, the sun cast a gentle warmth over our garden as we gathered around the table for breakfast. The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the tempting scent of pandesal baking in the oven filled the air. My husband, always attentive to our needs, stood by the stove, skillfully preparing tocino and crafting a delicious garlic fried rice with eggs.

Our family, assembled together, brought a smile to my face. It was a rare moment for us to enjoy such leisurely time together, with everyone usually preoccupied with their own responsibilities. But on weekends, we made it a priority to come together and relish each other's company, leaving behind the stresses of work and other commitments.

The atmosphere was light and cheerful as we chatted about various topics, laughter punctuating the clinking of utensils against plates. I admired my husband's cooking skills, observing him move around the kitchen with ease and confidence.

Before long, our table wa