Melor hops out of bed, ready for breakfast.
As per the usual, Tobias sleeps in. Melor only shakes his head at his younger brother; He's always the one hanging behind in bed, on the couch, in the back of the gym when they have PE...
Whatever. More waffles for me!
The bus honks noisily outside. Tobias shoots out of bed.
"Wait for me!"
And of course, Melor must wait.
This seems familiar, Taras thinks dryly. He sometimes wonders if it would have been cheaper to just buy a new dishwasher instead of the materials it takes to fix it. But he's practically rebuilt it enough for it to be a new dishwasher, no?
"...no, that's not how tectonic plates work..."
Nozomi looks to the side, only barely concealing her surprise. Melor? Talking to someone? A friend?
Finally!
"...no, I won't do your homework for you, Lourdes..."
Baby steps...
There have been a lot of those lately. Before he became a father, Taras never really understood the pride parents could feel for something as small as walking, talking, using the potty correctly...
But now he understands.
And now he can feel the pride parents feel as they watch their children grow up.
