The carillon church bells ring, awakening me from my sleep. It is Sunday morning, and I make way to the kitchen yawning.
“Good morning baby,” mama says as she hands me a beautifully brewed cup of coffee.

I add a bit of milk and watch it come alive. We stand by the big lounge window watching outside as the faithful pass by on their way to church in their colourful regalia. As I sift my cup of coffee and take shy sips looking at Mama’s bright smile, I know I am loved. This is the day the Lord has made.