On the other room, Amiel woke up first. He was delighted to see his father, sleeping beside him. He could hardly believe that his Dad was really there, right next to him. He was even hugging him, his father’s large, warm arm securely wrapped around his small waist. He stayed still and pretended to be sleeping again, wanting to savor the comfortable warmth of his Dad’s embrace.
But then Amiel could not really sleep again so he opened his eyes and waited until his Dad will be awakened. He kept his eyes glued to his father’s face, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest.
When Darmiel woke up, Amiel was already smiling at him. He was awake already, his bright eyes full of excitement and joy. Darmiel blinked away the remnants of sleep, momentarily disoriented until he felt the small bod
