Epilogue

*Eight years later*

"Mother, I have it all ready!! Take a look!" I looked to the door to see Alex, my four years old son, trying to pull a big bag into my room.

"Alex seriously?" I chuckled and walked to him, collecting the bag from him. "This is way bigger than you, you should've left it for me." I patted his head, leaning down to plant a kiss on his hair.

"But I'm so powerful and strong!" He raised his hands up, clenching his fists tightly. "Father said so."

"Yes, you're so strong but this is way bigger than you." I still replied nonetheless. "Where is your sister?" I asked, trying to stop him from starting an argument again.

"Erm, I..I think I left her in the room." He placed his hands under jaw, pretending to be thinking about something.

"Alex." I folded my arms, raising my brows at him. "How many times do I have to tell you to watch over your sister?"

"Ermm, I don't know. How am I supposed to remember how many times but I can guess twenty seven, yes!" He raised his small fingers