Dem's Point of View
Face down, I got up from my bed and left our room.
"Momma! You're awake! Come! Lola Elrica cook your favorite marinated chicken, Momma!" my eyes widened with excitement. My son dragged me to the first floor.
"Son, be careful ..."
He nodded immediately.
"Yes, momma. But you need to eat, you're not eating that much these days." Luca said seriously until we reached the ground floor and we caught up with Madame Elrica and Mr. Smith in the kitchen laughing while cooking.
"Honey, stop it. I'm cooking," Madame Elrica complained but she still had a smile on her lips.
"No. My honey is just so beautiful--"
"Ahm! Excuseme, grandma and grandpa. I know you really love each other, but I am still five years old, that's not good in my eyes." the two of them immediately looked behind them when they heard what Luca said. I immediately covered Luca's mouth and smiled awkwardly.
