Liberty did not care that her ex-husband was not living a good life after their divorce.

All that mattered was that she was happy.

At four in the morning, she woke her son up and brought him to All You Can Eat.

Another busy day began.

Sonny was still small and fell asleep along the way.

When they reached the store, Liberty put two chairs together to let her son sleep on them, and a few more chairs on his sides to prevent him from rolling over and falling to the ground.

The two assistants she hired came to work at six in the morning.

Usually, the breakfast rush hour would be from half-past six to half-past nine.

Serenity would come to pick up her nephew at seven.

Sonny would be awake by that time.

The little man was such a good boy and did not cry after waking up. He sat by himself at the cashier, playing with the set of blocks that he had not assembled yet.

“Liberty.”

Serenity called out to her sister as she entered. She lent a hand when she saw it was a full house at the d