They headed to the dining table, where the scent of freshly delivered Jollibee filled the air. Timothy had ordered a six-piece Chickenjoy bucket, still steaming in its red box, and a large pan of sweet-style spaghetti. A two-liter bottle of Coca-Cola stood tall beside it, condensation dripping down its sides. Angela's eyes lit up the moment she saw it.
Before they could eat, Evelyn raised her hand gently.
"Let's pray first before we eat," she said softly.
Timothy and Angela exchanged a quick glance. It had been a long time since they had shared a meal like this, at a proper table, in a place that felt like more than survival. Yet, neither of them hesitated. They nodded, reaching out to clasp their mother's hands. Angela's small fingers curled around Timothy's, while Evelyn's calloused hand squeezed his other.
