AUNT BLAKELY (ELEVEN)

Nickson turned around quickly. He didn't know since when Arthur had been standing in the doorway of his room, rubbing his half-closed eyes. Pajamas depicting astronauts and spaceships look wrinkled on his body. His copper hair, which was the same color as his, looked very messy, like a tangled palm broom.

"Why are you up so early? Can not sleep?"

Nickson walked over to his son after he was done with the cuffs of his shirt. His tie was not properly attached and was still hanging from the collar of his shirt and dangling around his tough chest muscles.

"No Mommy was with me last night. Grandma can't read stories like Mommy."

Something else he needed to deal with after Rebecca's death, Nickson thought grimly. Children are always the most difficult party to deal with these kinds of things. That's because they live with the thought that as long as they are young and unmarried, they are still under the responsibility of their parents. And as long as their paren