The smell of coffee, fresh toast and music from the radio filled the air. It was morning and the bright rays of the sun shone onto the kitchen table. Just as the mist had lifted from the streets outside Katie slowly came to realise what had happened. The whole incident still felt unreal to her. She sat now at the table, a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and stared dead into its black content. Her husband was dressed in his usual suit he wore to his office and prepared some eggs on the stove. nnIt was a small kitchen in a small house. They didn't have had much money when they got married right after graduating from college. It was one nightmare for her. The baby, the house, the marriage and the life as a mother and housewife; it wasn't something she had planned for. nnHer now 4 year old daughter came screaming into the kitchen. The bacon and eggs sizzled, the music had given way to news, her husband was shouting and Katie just sat and continued to stare into her mug. nnThe white linoleum floor was covered with spots marking each one of her cooking experiments and the rampage her little kid caused from time to time. Crayon marks were all over the wall, bills and other paper work lay spread out on the small table that was set at the one end of the kitchen.nn"Katie?" her husband called her. But she didn't react. nnHer daughter pulled at her faded blue bathrobe.nn"Mommy! Pancooks??¦Pancooks.