A typical Monday morning

The next day, Dara woke up feeling a little queasy, but waking up to the sunshine of her life was more than enough to perk her up. She had a nice shower, had breakfast with her family, and went about her day like it was before. The thought about last night's ordeal had all been forgotten as a terrible nightmare. She kisses her husband with passion before he left for work, and kissed her son's forehead like she always did when he was growing up. She was in a happy family, and the bliss of her situation was exactly what she had worked so hard for. She felt like there was nothing that could get in the way. Of course, there were the neighbor's kids and the thing about them that she disliked so much. However, she was not going to let them ruin her typical Monday morning. There was a lot to do today. She had grocery shopping, house cleaning and floral rearrangements to plan out. Her house was a place of peace and familial zen. When it came to the look and feel of the house, none dared to question or critique at their own peril.

Dressed in a comfy summer spaghetti strap, she milled around the house like a busy bee. When her lovely hubbie and son were not at home, she would do everything in her power to make it a delight for them to relax after a hard day at work and at school. She knew of their tastes and their habits, not at all minding how much work it meant for her to do, for she loved them that much.