Saraya knocked on the door, a sigh escaping her lips. She’d spent her morning visiting daycare locations but, so far, she hadn’t found one that she liked. If she was going to leave her son anywhere for hours each day, the place needed to be practically perfect. Her standards were probably unrealistically high, but this was her boy and she wouldn’t just hand him over to anyone. It was times like these that she needed her family. “Hey kiddo,” she said, a smile brightening her face at the sight of her younger brother. “Haven’t seen you in a while. In the mood for cookies or cupcakes? I could go for something sweet right about now.”