The next morning, when the sun barely appeared, Vixon’s mother woke up first among them. She looked at her sleeping husband and kissed him on the forehead.
"Did you get a good rest, my dear?" she thought as she smiled.
She turned the candles off from the bedroom and checked on Vixon. She opened the door as quietly as she could, trying not to wake her beloved son up. She saw him sleeping peacefully and turned the candle off.
“Oh?” she thought as she looked at Vixon's wounds; they recovered fast.
She kissed her son on his forehead before going to the kitchen to check on the water supplies; she got only one barrel left.
“My… I have to gather more again,” she thought as she took two empty barrels with her and went to a nearby well.
From afar, she saw other housewives doing the same. They
