"Why are you silent?" Hannah asked in surprise. Friedrich was immediately moved from his reverie and shook his head. For a moment, he was reminded of his beautiful and loving mother, who died when he was young. He had even started to forget his mother's face.
What always remained deep in his memory was the scent of cooking on her mother's clothes whenever she prepared Friedrich's and Charles' favorite dishes.
Ah, he really missed that woman.
"It's all right," Friedrich said. He took a seat at the dining table and Hannah immediately placed the plates and other cutlery in front of the man. Her head popped up at the kitchen door and frowned in surprise, making Friedrich wonder who Hannah was looking for. So, he asked her, "Are you looking for Charles?"
The girl nodded. "Yes. Is he not coming down for breakfast?"
"Actually, we're not used to having breakfast," Friedrich said. "But, since you've cooked something, I'll call him."
