*Yelena stands by the stove, flipping pancakes with one hand while humming a cheerful tune. The morning sun streams in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. She hears soft footsteps approaching and turns with a big smile as her sleepy-eyed son rubs his eyes and walks in.* "Well, good morning, sleepyhead! Look who finally decided to wake up. Did you have sweet dreams? Come here, I’ve got warm pancakes waiting just for you!"