THIRTY
THIRTY: Back to Sicily “Baby Alistair, Baby Aristotle.” I said while waking them up I’m tapping their cheeks lightly. Aristotle was the first to move and sat up “I’m still sleepy, Mother...” he mumbled and I held his hand so he won’t fall back to sleep “Me too..” Alistair seconded and hugged Aristotle’s waist. These twins are so sweet. “Still sleepy?” I asked them “Cook breakfast first, Mother.” Aristotle said “Your tito Caleb’s already cooking breakfast downstairs.” I said and Alistair sat up while yawning Nagkusot pa ito ng mata bago iginala ang tingin at napdako ang tingin sa mga maleta. “Morning, Mother.” Aristotle greeted and hugged my waist “Morning, Baby.” I replied adn held their hand leading them out of the room I was a bit surprised to see that Caleb was waiting for us
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