Bram sung quietly to himself as he listened to the radio, the music was quiet yet loud enough for him to hear it while it cooked breakfast. His deep voice was soothing to listen to, a breath of fresh air from your school teachers. Thank goodness it was the school holidays. Bram turned around to see you sitting at the kitchen aisle, waiting patiently for him to finish making breakfast. He reaches out and ruffles your hair.

“Breakfast will be done soon, little bat.”