Holly's mouth gaped longer as she yawned. The simple living room looked very quiet with only Oliver sitting quietly at the dining table.
"I'm hungry, Mama," he said innocently.
"Where are your grandpa and your uncle?"
Holly knocked on Gilbert and Felix's door. But no answer from them. Usually, their house was already crowded before sunrise.
This morning, Holly woke up too late. However, Gilbert and Justin were not in the house. She had checked outside the house but there was no sign of them.
"Did you see them, Oliver?" asked Holly.
She gave up looking for them and then prepared to cook Oliver breakfast.
"Yes. I saw them last night," Oliver said, watching Holly's cooking with sparkling eyes.
"Last night? Did they go out?"
"Yes."
Holly stopped cooking and then looked at her son in surprise. Meanwhile, Oliver did not show any concern at all. He wiggled his legs hanging over the chair while muttering a song cheerfully.
