Lisa was still sitting in bed, half-hidden under the sheets — feeling happy — when Ato lightly pushed the door back and entered, carrying a breakfast tray and a lively smile creasing his countenance.
It was a Saturday but he was up already, doing what he usually did for her— serving breakfast in bed. More than breakfast in bed, the day also marked their fourth anniversary as husband and wife; the story of how they came together, Ato loved to tell anyone who would listen. She loved him too— he was the one perfect decision she finally made after years of several wrong ones, mostly, with men and little things like food.
