Zian flicked her forehead lightly. She was seriously full of nonsense. "Let's have breakfast together."
Zuni paused. Her eyes teared up. "You are going to have breakfast with me?"
"Why are you saying as if we never have breakfast together?" Zian asked his little sister.
"We never had breakfast after…." She didn't have to complete her sentence to see a shadow of sadness casting in her brother's grey eyes. The same beautiful grey eyes that came from their father. Zoe and Zian share the same eye colour while her eye colour came from her paternal grandmother.
If she looked at her brother once again, she saw a man devoid of any imperfection. If there was a word to describe her brother– it would be perfect. He was so perfect that it was unreal. His brown hair came from their mother and his grey eyes from their father. He had a temperament that was a mixture of the good qualities of both of their parents.