I was nine.
I went into my parents' bedroom.
They were both sitting in bed, sitting up.
Happy.
The sunlight shines onto the north wall, illuminating it a soft and bright white.
The floor is warm on my bare feet and the off white furniture is pretty with its gold trim.
Larry Ann .
my father says.
Hmm? I'm still a bit sleepy, not fully awake.
Would you like a little brother or sister? Now I'm wide awake.
I look at my father relaxed in bed.
Thick eyebrows raised.
What about my toys? They wo.