Why did I care so much?
Because of the children, of course.
Andre came down the stairs; Alexander went toward him.
“…Dad, my little sister got dirty.”
“All right, give her to me and go get dressed. Thanks for bringing her, champ.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Johanna,” the boy greeted me, tired.
I couldn’t help but smile at him and stand up from the sofa as well. I left the mug and the toast on the little table.
“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” I answered him, in a better mood.
Andre nodded and rubbed one eye with his fist, still a bit drowsy. He gave me a huge yawn that let me see the tip of what in the future would be sharp fangs, like his father’s. I turned my gaze toward Alexander and saw him in the kitchen, looking for the colorful blanket, diapers, and other accessories
