What's it like living with a highly disciplined and proud man and a cute little kid?
At seven in the morning, Casimir knocks on my door, sweetly saying, "Mommy, Dad started making breakfast. Do you want noodles or porridge?"
Leah is a typical night owl. Even if she doesn't do anything, she still stays up playing with her phone until 1 or 2 AM. So when Casimir knocks, her mind is still foggy, but she resigns herself to climb out of bed, open the door, and say lifelessly, "Noodles, please."
Then she flops back into bed to sleep.
After sleeping for a while, Leah notices the house is a bit too quiet, so she rubs her eyes and gets up, only to find Casimir sitting on the floor by the door, resting his chin in his hands, looking at her with big, bright black eyes.
