"Robert?" She and her son had woken up somewhat late. When they left the room, breakfast was already ready, but he wasn't there. She knocked on his door to see if he was in his room. "Are you here, Robert?" No one responded. She dared to open the door; the room seemed to be empty. "It seems like we're alone at home. Shall you and I have breakfast? Today is a special day. It's my birthday. Do you know how old your mother is? Let's just say that by the time you're fifteen, I'll still be young. Don't you dare bring a girlfriend home at fifteen! Don't even think about it!" The little one showed his little teeth with a huge smile, laughing a bit at the craziness his mother told him.
They had breakfast while playing and playing some more. The soft laughter of both made them laugh even more. The
