Natalia
I’m setting the breakfast table, preoccupied with thoughts about the kids when Axel and Nicholas walk in from their room.
“Good morning mum,” they both mutter in unison as they take their seats.
“Good morning darlings, hope you all slept well?”
“Yes we did,” they answer.
Then looking at the door of their room, still with no sight of Anna, I ask, “Where is your sister?”
“She’s still sleeping, she didn’t wake up even when we made a whole lot of noise,” answer’s Nicholas.
“Yes,” concurs Axel.
That’s strange.
“That’s weird,” I mutter, “She’s usually the first of you to wake up in the morning.”
I make my way to their room, and just as the boys said, she’s still fast asleep. She looks so peaceful. I walk over to her bed, and sit beside her, watching the gentle rise and fall of
