SERA'S POVFive years.Five years passed like a nightmare that never ended.Lucas, Ethan, and Noah are now five years old. They're not tiny anymore. They can run, jump, fight, and defend each other. Lucas, the oldest, has grown into a protective child—always wanting to protect his younger siblings, always wanting to be the best. Ethan, the middle child, has grown into a mischievous and funny kid who often makes me laugh during the hardest times. Noah, the youngest, has grown into a quiet, mysterious child, the one most like Gabriel. His deep black eyes often stare at me as if he knows I'm hiding something. As if he knows I'm not okay.Every morning, I take them to school."Come on, sweethearts. Don't forget your lunch."Lucas takes his own backpack, not wanting any help."I can do it, Mom."Ethan grabs his dinosaur-themed water bottle. "Mom, today I want to tell you about my dream job.""What do you want to be?""I want to be a pilot."Noah stays quiet, fixes his own shoes, then stand
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