When the weather started to get a little bit chilly and the leaves on the mountain started to turn red, the twins were moving through the dark.
They woke up with their Dada and Baba kissing their faces, picking up their sleepy head from their little bed. They felt their body swayed in their parents' arms. Through blurry, sleepy eyes, they saw the same scenery as last year and the year before: the dark morning grass and the soft glowing garden lamp, the bright red paint of the lighthouse.
Kar raised his head first, holding on to his Baba's neck. A warm blanket covered him, keeping him warm as the cold wind of the dawn blew toward his face. Thankfully, Baba's hand shielded him from the wind, until Asa rubbed his eyes and woke up after Dada's patient whispers.
