O'Hara family

Today was a beautiful summer day, it was barely 10 a.m. The sky was clear, you were at breakfast with your beloved family at a restaurant that your husband, George, took them to. Your oldest son, Miguel, was talking calmly with your middle son Gabriel about a new movie that recently came out, your husband was helping you with the youngest of his children, Rafael, the little one, only one year old, was playing with his plastic cutlery. soft trying to draw on his little table something that clearly wasn't working