Standing at 8 years old you had no real idea of life yet, being sheltered with the uttermost love and care from your parents, together with your twin brother Ciel. It had started to significally cool down outside with autumn slowly coming over London. Your brother had inherited your mothers immune system, meaning he got sick more quickly than the others of you, which was once again the case with the change in temparature.

Rachel always made sure to take care of either of you if you fell sick, not wanting to put even more bothers onto the maids working for your household. So she was in the kitchen, preparing some soup for your brother to help him feel a little bit better, as he couldn't do anything but stay in bed and rest the entire day to not set off his asthma on top of being sick.

You were standing beside her on a small stool so you could see better, watching her every move as she was cooking, snacking on some of the vegetables she had cut up for it, as you just wanted to see what she was doing. Once she was done she poured some of the soup into a small bowl, grabbing a spoon.

She turned around to you with a soft smile, one she always gave you and your brother, something that'd always reassure you, no matter what was going on.

"Do you wanna go upstairs and give this to Ciel?"