What Day Is It

Despite Hector's noise that night, Maia and Helena didn't wake up, and Hector walked up to them and said, "They're sleeping so well!"

His lips smiled as he looked at his mother and sister, who were fast asleep that night.

Just like Hector, they must be exhausted from last night.

Hector landed perfectly on his bed, "Hmmmm this mattress is delicious."

Hector slowly climbed onto Helena's bed so his mom and sister wouldn't wake up from their sweet dreams.

The bed was so soft that Hector's body bounced slightly when he got on it.

Hector's hands immediately pulled up the thick, purple blanket.

He quickly warmed his body in the blanket.

He lay back down on the bed.

He prayed before going to sleep, a good habit Hector always did before bed.

His mother had taught him that she always raised Hector and Helena with kindness and love.

In contrast, Sebastian, their father, was cold, indifferent, and cruel.

Sebastian should have paid more attention to his children. He never even talked to them.

He also never took his children to a place for an excursion, like the lives of children in other family environments in general.

Happy joking, chatting, loving, and full of stories.

Sebastian seemed to have his own life and world. He never paid the slightest attention to Maia and their two children.

Hector never saw the two of them get along. He never saw them go out together, ride together, eat together, and even sleep in separate rooms.

They were always fighting, with Sebastian shouting at Maia at the slightest hint of an argument.

His attitude was rude as if he were talking to his enemy.

Maia felt so bad that her husband didn't love her.

Even so, Hector loved Maia and Helena.

Hector's eyes looked at Maia, a mother figure who made him very comfortable and safe.

The place where he complained, where he poured all his feelings. He promised in his heart he wanted to make his mother and sister happy someday.

After he was satisfied looking at his mother and brother, Hector closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The three of them drifted off to sleep.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed in through the slightly open window.

Hector's face was hit by a beam of light from his left.

"Glare," he said, wrinkling his forehead.

The light woke him from his sleep. His eyes squinted as he tried to widen them but couldn't.

"My eyes are so heavy!" he said and let out a long sigh.

She tried again to open her eyes wider.

"I'm so sleepy..." he said again and yawned.

Hector was still sleepy, his eyes were still heavy, and his body felt stiff.

"Eeeehmmmmmm." Wriggling, he tried to stretch his muscles. He extended his arms and legs so that the crooked muscles became straight.

"Ahhh, I'm so sore." Hector complained again as he tried to gather himself.

Looking around, his eyes wandered around Helena's room. He saw a light purple wall clock.

Squinting his eyes, Hector was surprised to see it was ten in the morning.

"Oh noooo!!!" he shouted in shock, "I overslept."

Hector looked around to see that his mother and brother were no longer in the room.

"Damn I overslept." Hector continued to swear. "I'm late for school!"

He forgot that it was Saturday, and school was out.

Quickly pulling the covers off in his haste to get out of Helena's bed, he pulled the covers off in a hurry.

Hector immediately ran to Helena's bedroom door, went to her room, opened the wardrobe, and took out her school uniform, tie, hat, and underwear.

"Ouch, I'm two hours late!!!" he complained again, forgetting that today was a holiday.

It was eight o'clock at school, but it was already ten o'clock.

"How's this!"

While stripping off his clothes one by one, he continued to talk, mumbling like he was confused. Hector entered the bathroom and immediately turned on the shower.

The warm water hit Hector's small body; it felt so warm. While cleaning his body, he then wet his face,

"Ouch!" he complained.

Hector remembered the pain he had last night on his leg.

He forgot not to open the bandage his mother had wrapped him in last night and instead wet it immediately.

He had slept so soundly earlier that he had forgotten everything.

His right hand reached for the liquid soap on the shelf attached to the bathroom wall.

Hector pressed the soap dispenser and dripped some onto his hand.

Then his hands moved all over the little body, soaping it evenly. He cleaned every part of her body, especially the curves.

Finished soaping her body thoroughly, he turned the warm water back on.

Rinsing her soapy body with warm water until it was clean and matted.

After that, her right hand went to the shelf attached to the wall and picked up the shampoo.

She poured it into her left hand and placed it on her blonde hair.

Her hair was a bit itchy; she scratched it hard and tight.

She finished scrubbing her hair and then rinsed it with warm water.

Her face was smiling as if she was enjoying the warm water.

"Wow!!!" she said. She quickly turned off the shower and stepped on the slightly wet floor.

Her feet walked slowly towards the sink, and her right hand took a blue toothbrush.

His left hand picks up the toothpaste, unscrews the cap, and squeezes the toothpaste onto the toothbrush.

Hector brushed all parts of his teeth with his right hand, not missing a single part.

After brushing his teeth, he turned on the water faucet, poured water into his hands, and rinsed his mouth thoroughly.

Then he puts the brush and toothpaste back where they belong.

Her hand reached for the blue towel on the wall hanger.

She quickly dried her small body.

After everything was done, she quickly returned to her room and dried her body.

Her hands picked up her underwear and clothes. He used them carefully, one by one, to make sure they were neat.

Hector was a neat and clean boy.

After getting dressed, he immediately took some hair oil and smoothed his hair to make it neat.

He combed it slowly so it was arranged how he wanted it.

A boy's haircut these days. His hair was pulled up.

Hector looked very handsome and neat. Then he walked to his study table, opened his bag, and took the needed books according to his lesson schedule.

He still thought it was Friday. After tidying up his books and bag, he hurried to get his black socks and sneakers.

He used them one by one neatly. He grabbed his bag and put it on his back.

Hector headed out of the room and looked for his mother and brother to say goodbye.

His eyes traveled all over the house, looking for them.

"Mom, where are you?" he shouted.

"Brother, where are you?" he shouted.

While looking for his mother and brother in their respective rooms.

Then he heard his mother's voice answering.

"Mom's in the kitchen, son."

Overly excited, Rico ran into the kitchen to see his mother and brother cooking.

Hector forgets that he sprained his left leg after falling in the living room last night, tripping over his father Sebastian's foot.

It didn't seem to hurt anymore. He had slept so well that his leg had healed on its own.

"Good morning Mom... Morning Helena..." he greeted.

After kissing both women on the cheek, Hector said goodbye.

Seeing her son in his school uniform, Helena was surprised, and she scratched her head.

"Wait, son, it's Saturday, right?" asked Helena.

"Huh? Really?"