Drifting Them Apart
The sun shone in the sky. The garden around the house was lit with the beautiful colors of flowers. The butterflies were flying from one blossom to another for nectar.
Zane was reading a book, sitting under the shade of a gazebo while Anya was lying on the lounge, with a heartwarming smile.
A little girl came running to the main door of the house, wearing a white chef cap that fit her little head perfectly and an apron that tied on her pretty dress. Her hair was in a beautiful hairdo and delicate clips adorned her raven hair.
Her cognac eyes twinkled when her gaze fell on the two who were in the gazebo, "Lunch is ready." Her adorable smile carried dimples that could melt anyone easily.
While the smile widened on Anya's face, Zane's lips twitched uncontrollably. "Momma, I am not hungry." His words were more like a displeased complaint, reluctant to have lunch.