"BACKYARD QUICKIE"

We heard the rustling in the kitchen as Marius and I descended the stairs, MJ nestled comfortably in my arms. The house was alive with the familiar sounds of morning, the clinking of utensils, and the soft hum of the radio playing a mellow tune. Manang Sela greeted us with a warm smile, her hands busy as she prepared breakfast. The aroma of dried fish and garlic fried rice filled the house, wrapping around us like a warm embrace, promising a hearty start to our day.

"Good morning, Manang Sela," Marius greeted as he approached the table, his voice warm and cheerful, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the windows.

"Good morning to you too, Marius, Sam," the old woman replied, her eyes twinkling with affection. "Eat while the coffee and garlic fried rice is still hot," she said as she placed two mugs of freshly brewed coffee on the table, the steam rising in inviting tendrils.

"Thank you, Manang Sela. I'm already full just by the smell," I joked as I sat down, my heart light with