LIANA
I stepped into my room only to notice Kyran had fallen asleep on the couch. He never looked so peaceful before. I lay on the bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
With the morning’s first ray, I opened my eyes, took a shower, changed into one of my old dresses, and stepped out. The rain had finally stopped. Kyran was still sleeping, hugging a cushion. He was too big for our small couch, yet he left the bed for me.
The second Mother's eyes met mine; she frowned, and disgust flashed in them.
“Let me help you.” I offered. She was arranging the table for breakfast. Even without her answer, I extended a helping hand. We worked quietly, side by side, no words exchanged.
“Liana, you woke up.” Father came back from the market, bringing fruits for us. His hands were full as if he bought
