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In her old dreams, Julia remembered a soft voice singing until they could sleep. As she opened her eyes, Mrs. Robson was patting Victor’s and her hair as she sang a sweet lullaby.
Mrs. and Mr. Robson had always been her protective parents, especially that her real parents were always busy with traveling and work.
Grandpa Sigmund was Mr. Robson’s friend in chess and both of them approve that the kids would become a perfect couple.
As they woke up in the morning, both of the kids stroke at Mrs. Robson’s hands and murmured: “Good morning!”
“Good morning, little angels.” Responded Mrs. Robson with a gentle smile. “Breakfast is waiting for you.”
As the two went downstairs, Julia patted Victor’s hand and asked him: “Does your back hurt anymore?”
“You slept in my room because you thought I might die, are you an idiot??” responded Victor. “I won’t die because of some scratches!!”
“But…”