Just me wondering what Alma was doing the day before the kids opened their doors...
Day Nine: Time
Alma put the finishing touches on her children's birthday clothes and looked up at the clock. She sighed. Just never enough time to do all the things she wanted to. It was already past midnight. Her eyes strayed to the portrait of Pedro that hung on the landing. She held up the outfits so that Pedro could see and said, "Our babies will be five tomorrow, Pedro and will be moving from the nursery to new rooms. Casita says there will be something special inside for each of them. I know I should be happy... " Alma stopped as a wave of unhappiness swept over her. If she finished that sentence she would start crying and she did not want that today. "Everything will be fine," she said to herself, "Tomorrow will be perfect."