This day would turn their lives around. Forever.
Priscilla woke up early to make breakfast for her family, everyone’s favorites. For her husband Keith, thick cut bacon, eggs fried hard, and shredded potatoes with cheese. For their daughter Maureena (Reena for short), a Greek yogurt parfait with strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, and pineapples with granola. For their son Mark, a Philly cheesteak omelet and a tall glass of cranapple orange juice (cranberry, apple, and orange juice mix). First to come to the kitchen was the burly, carmel-haired DILF, dressed in nothing but a robe and slippers. “Morning honey”, he chimed in, giving her a quick kiss. Despite two teenage kids, they did well to keep themselves looking good. He grabbed his plate and sat down, looking at his work calendar through his phone. Next, Mark came down, a bit slower and groggier than his father. “Morning all”. Priscilla’s mother instinct kicked in as she hugged her baby boy, rubbing his head and soothing his troubled heart. “What’s wrong sweetie?” He hugged her back and managed to smile at her. “It’s just a rough start this morning, I’ll be fine. Thanks for breakfast”. He gave his mom a kiss and walked to the table before greeting his dad. Now, all that was left was Reena. “Reena, wake up and eat breakfast baby, it’s getting warm!” Priscilla shouted, hoping her voice would carry enough to wake the sleeping girl. With a mouth full of food, Mark chimed in, “Don’t bother mom, her door is closed and she’s probably buried right now, you’re going to have to go in there to get her.” With a sigh, she ate her food with the family members that actually woke up on time. After breakfast, the family got themselves ready to start their day, Mark and Keith into the bathroom, and Priscilla towards their sleeping daughter’s room. It was right there, at that moment, the entire house exploded.
After the shockwaves subsided, Priscilla reached for air as she dug through the rubble that was once her home. She had to take a minute to catch her breath before making sure her family survived. Just as she motioned towards where her daughter was, a pile of rubble started to move behind her. Someone was trying to dig themselves free. She hurried to the moving rubble into to find…