You were walking down the cold and quiet hallway of your house, passing the rooms of your still-sleeping siblings, from where you could hear Michael's snores, and soft breathing from Elizabeth's and Evan's rooms.

You descended the stairs quietly, though some decided to work against you and creak, anyway. With a sigh, you finally stepped onto the cold floor of the ground floor of your house. You could see light sipping through the door cracks at the end of the hallway - the kitchen.

William was already awake.

You walked towards the kitchen, and slowly pushed the doors open, to catch sight of your father standing at the stove, cooking breakfast.

As you entered, he didn't even spare you a glance: "Close the door." He spoke simply.