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The aroma of breakfast pulled Ruth from a sound sleep. Good thing, too, because if she’d slept in the rocker any longer, her neck would forever tilt at an awkward angle. After making sure Megan was still asleep, Ruth stumbled from the room and joined her mother in the kitchen.

Her mom hadn’t prepared breakfast since her husband died. He’d always demanded she make him three pancakes, four slices of bacon, two pieces of toast and orange juice. For a man who didn’t bring home a regular paycheck, sometimes his demands were unrealistic. But Ruth couldn’t remember a morning her mother didn’t make the breakfast.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Ruth picked up a fork, examined it and asked, “You ready to talk?”

“No.”

“Why are you making breakfast then?”

“Because I’m willing to change.”

“What all are you going to change?”

“I’ve not completely decided. Right now I’m just changing my morning habits. I’ve always liked breakfast. I let your father take that away from me, along with other things, and I need to get it, and them, back.”

“Talk to me, Mom.”

“I can’t today, Ruthie. I need to think.”