chapter fourteen

CELESTIA’S POINT OF VIEW

“Good morning, grandpa, good morning mum.” I greeted as I got to the living room. They were all smiles as if they were not the same people harassed the night before. They looked radiant and happy as they watched the television.

“Good morning my daughter.” They said in unison.

“Did you sleep well?” My mum asked after I sat on one of chairs, the one adjacent to them.

“I did a little.” I lied.

“Have you seen Thomas this morning?”

“Oh not at all, just some of the boys who came to ask what we would love for breakfast.” Grandpa replied.

“But these are not the clothes you had on yesterday? and I did not remember you bringing any outfit with you.” I asked noticing what they had on.

“Oh yes, we saw them in the closet of the room we slept in. There are various outfits for men and women in different sizes in the closet.” My mum explained.

“Come to think of it, you are also putting on a different cloth from last night?” Grandpa said giving me a playful side eye.

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