I quickly poured milk into both the bowls I had prepared for my children.
Sarah and Timothy bundled down the stairs, smiles on their faces.
“Good morning, Mom,” Sarah said sweetly.
“Morning', Mom.” Timothy echoed.
They both sat at the table, dropping their food bags beside them on the floor.
“Morning, my loves.” I sang, kissing them both on their foreheads.” Here's your breakfast.” I dropped the bowls of cereal before them, and they dug into it immediately.
I stepped back and watched them both, sitting at the breakfast table.
The morning light cast a warm glow on their faces; I shot a look at my watch, making sure I still had time to tell them.
. "Kids," I began, "we might have to move to a new place." They stopped chewing their cereal, looking at me.
"Why, Mom?" Sarah asked, her
