8 Years later….
Oggy's point of view.
“Mom, where are cereals?” I asked mother. Rachel and Ray just like milk and cereals in the morning. Anything other, they will waste.
Mom came from the next door running, “Good Morning Baby, but I give the breakfast too your brother and sister”.
She is already running out of breath and it is not even 10 in the morning. Surely, she is running from dad. I am 14 now, so I can see some things more clearly.
“I know mom, but they already have tossed the bowels on the table,” I said as I took out two bowls again.
Mom looked horrid, “How?”.
“They were playing power rangers with cereals,” I told her. She smacked her head and was ready to throw a fight against them, but I came in between.
“I can handle mom. Just tell me where are cereals?” I as
