11

The next day, she arrived at the breakfast table before anyone could, but Agostino sat with the same coffee mug in his hand.

“Morning.” She whispered to which he tilted his head up and nodded in return.

Taking a seat infront of him, Seraphina folded her hands on her lap. “Good morning.” Alfonso erupted from the kitchen with a small smile on his face. Taking a seat opposite to her, he asked, “Ready for tomorrow?”

Arching an eyebrow, she leaned back, confused.

“I meant it’s your first day of school tomorrow, aren't you excited?”

She gave him a shrug. “Don't know.”

Eying her sleepy face, he didn't ask anymore.

Alfonso was someone who loved his siblings more than anything. He could even take a bullet for them, if needed. Even when he was just a teenager, he cared and pampered his brothers until the little girls came along. The girls were the sunshine in their life. Their screechy laughs and vigorous babbling lit up the dark house. The two of them had their favorites, like Sienna was alway