One year later.
The morning was beautiful, the early sunlight gently streaming through the window into the elegantly furnished dining room. Rachel Foster, with her auburn hair cascading down her back, and her young son, Jackson Foster, were enjoying a delicious breakfast together.
"Mommy," Jackson began, his mouth full of crumbs from Rachel's pineapple pancakes. "Your pineapple pancakes are so yummy!" His eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he spoke to Rachel.
Rachel, who was nibbling on a biscuit while pouring over some important documents before her, looked at him and smiled. She replied to her son's compliment: "If you like them that much, I'll make sure to whip up another batch for you again tomorrow morning."
"But tomorrow," Jackson interjected excitedly. "I want to eat pork floss cheese..."
"Okay," Rachel agreed readily. "I'll prepare some pork floss cheese for your breakfast tomorrow."
