On an ordinary morning, Shire woke up naturally.
He opened the curtains to look outside. The weather didn't seem too good, gloomy with a bit of drizzle.
After dazing for a while, he quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.
Camille was busy in the kitchen. When she saw Shire, she served him a large plate of apple pastries and a cup of hot milk.
"You must finish it all!" Camille's tone allowed no dispute.
The French word for "breakfast" also means "small meal," indicating that the French don't pay much attention to breakfast. Just a little something to fill the stomach is usually enough, and sometimes they don't even eat it.
But Camille believed that Shire, who was still growing, needed to eat more.
"Where's father?" Shire asked while munching on the crispy apple pastry, "Is he not up yet?"
