Dinner was fine.

Ismail was no longer so bad at cooking, of course he left the hardest part up to me. But it was those moments that became incomparable, and we were united, moments only his and mine, no one else's. In the end he was in charge of washing the dishes; Isaac helped him. For my part, I took Lizzy to bed staying with her for a while, because I couldn't deny her sweet request that I read her a story. Without further ado, I searched the internet for an interesting one, one of the ones