H
uvy yawned as she stumbled into the kitchen. She was used to sleeping late Sunday mornings, but her father had asked her to babysit this morning
“Good morning, Huvy!” Rina was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Rina instantly placed a plate of pancakes in front of her. “And here’s a strawberry yogurt smoothie,” she added. “Your favorite. I made it special.”
Huvy shifted uncomfortably. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”
