As I walked downstairs, i noticed the kitchen lights on, i peeked a little and it was the kids, i chuckled as I remembered those nights, the nights I'll wake up in the middle of night just to cook something and since it's a small house someone will hear me and come to check out the robbers in the kitchen, mostly Sidar, sometimes Hidar, rarely Ceci and never Emy.
Try waking her up before exactly eight hours of sleep, not even a tornado will shake her sleep, I used to be like that too but how does one sleep when his stomach is a literally a soap opera? I tried to hide a little and eardrops on the conversation they were having but my stomach was a bit too loud,
" Mama ?" Emy mumbled, I went in really embarrassed but as soon as I did she jumped on me,