𝗦ix o'clock sharp.

The clock had just struck six in the morning with an incessant ticking. The sun rose, and barely lit the room of the still sleeping orphans. The insistent ringing of the clock woke them from their sleep. Emma suddenly sat up from her bed and exclaimed cheerfully :

« Everyone, wake up !! You're going to be late for breakfast ! »

All the children got up from their beds, mechanically, and got up to go get ready, in the usual joy and good humor. Some were happily heading towards the dining room admist incessant hubbub — despite the constant commotion.

Lack of energy? No. The level of joy was certainly at its peak. The placid atmosphere blithely accompanied the orphans in their daily routine. Various golden accents sparkled the tables — the material sun was finally making its appearance : a sun that shone brighter than the children. A scent of reheated bread, soup, appetizing food emanated from the large cafeteria to the children's rooms.