Anyone else would have panicked.
Naomi didn’t.
“Ice cream isn’t for breakfast,” she said calmly. “But if you eat, maybe we can make some together later.”
She placed a plate in front of each child and turned away.
Slowly, curiosity replaced rebellion. Daniel poked at the eggs. Diana rolled her eyes but began eating. Even David eventually sat down.
By midday, the challenges returned. Paint on the walls. Toys dumped everywhere. Naomi’s shoes hidden in the garden.
Each time, she responded the same way — cleaning, restoring order, never raising her voice.
