Being a single mom to energetic six-year-old twins, Jake and Liam, is a demanding job. By the end of a long day juggling work and parenting, I’m usually running on empty. After one particularly grueling evening, I crashed into bed, leaving a mess in the kitchen and unprepared lunchboxes for the boys.
When my alarm rang the next morning, I dragged myself out of bed, bracing for the chores I’d left behind. But as I stumbled into the kitchen, I was met with an unexpected sight: the kitchen was spotless, and the boys’ lunchboxes were packed with nutritious snacks and little notes.
Confused and a bit disoriented, I wondered who could have done this. I called my mom, hoping she might have come over to help, but she hadn’t. She suggested it could be our kind elderly neighbor, who is fond of the boys. Despite her reassurance, I couldn’t shake the unease of not knowing who had been in my home.
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