Another Morning
" 04:30 A.M " shows the digital clock, in sync with biological clock of Mark zuhan...he gets up from the bed heading towards the inner door...
Half an hour later, he comes out in his green tuexedo.....all ready for another day...
his day starts with a cup of black coffee, and international business calls...
regardless of the day Mark has tuned everyday to workingday mode...it's been the same since he can remember, or from last five years....
last he can remember a different day was back before the tragedy that hit him hard...those memories always linger...and he dare not forget her...it's only her memories that keep him up from falling in the abyss of darkness...though it's painful...he feels, it cause it has her...
demon was at his door, but her memories were like the last light kept the door closed.
and her absence is the most painful wound on his heart...which would taker her presence to heal...
He then dives into the work to make himself more powerful....that is what he lives for, as all think...all so that he could one day find her back, bring her back, be able to protect her...now this has become his madness as all coin it...it's all true...but others can't understand what keeps him going into this ....if all would say that he is like a drug addict...he would gladly accept it if only his addiction and carving is her...Aliya Waren.....
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the warm sunlight slowly shines through the windows onto the bed....making the playful two sleepyheads to go under covers, and continue their dreams....
the room is decorated in space theme, withe little cute pushies all covering the window sill, couch and a corner...making the disharmony, yet blending all too well...
the silence broke when a woman enters, withe a gentle smile...
" Joy!...Angle!...wakyy wakyy...get up you two sleepy heads it 8 o clock....you guys have plans don't you ...today's sunday!...your grandpa is at home...come get up n freshn up..."
this makes the two fluffy heads to come out of the covers, slowly rubbing their eyes in sync...making the scene sooo cute...
so the woman goes closer and hugs them...
" good morning mommy"..."sweet morning mommy"
ah here they go again..trying as much as possible to be unique... learning about communication and vocabulary...they try to use as many new words as possible...which melts the heart of Laura..."there you go ...morning babies...now freshen up come down for breakfast ... don't make your grandpa wait for long..." with that said, she slowly walks out seeing them heading towards the bathroom...they are a little more independent for a normal 5 year olds, but as the children of Aren family, and as her children, she is proud of them...
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, this is how a Sunday... started for both Mark and Aliya / laura
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