Wake up at 6:00 am
Looking to the side, I see my wife in it, a 1.80m tall brunette, with an excellent physique, wavy blond hair, beautiful green eyes, although we have been married for 16 years, sometimes I wonder why he stayed with me, after all I am a slightly thin man, with ordinary brown hair, brown eyes, 1.78m tall, not very sociable, and an atypical nerd. I know that regardless of anything, we stayed together, we had two beautiful children, and despite the fights, arguments and disagreement that every marriage has, we are still together, and I can say that we are happy.
After a little more morning reflection, I get up from the bed, go to the bathroom to get ready, then go down to the kitchen and start making black coffee, made with beans harvested on the ground behind my house, and roasted manually, from traditional way, in the sun.
During the time when the coffee water heats up, I prepare pancakes and boiled eggs, and set the table, Angela sometimes says that I conquered her by the stomach and that I would make an excellent wife, among other jokes of the genre, all because I like cook and be relatively good.
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Shortly afterwards I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, as my house is divided, the bedrooms are on the second floor, and the kitchen, living room and pantry on the first floor.
"Good morning, Matt" says Angela, entering the kitchen.
"Good morning, Angie." I say, putting a cup of coffee in front of you.
While we had breakfast and talked about trivialities, my youngest daughter appeared in the kitchen, I am surprised that she is one of those rare morning creatures, it took me a long time to get used to waking up early, but Mariana, even at the age of 7, is not problem standing before 7:00 am.
My daughter is more beautiful and intelligent than me or her mother, she has curly brown hair, green eyes, a perfect face.
"Good morning," she says, looking at the breakfast table looking for something.
"Dad, is the potato bread over?"
I take a bowl off the counter.
"Here, dear," I say as I hand over the bowl.
After a while Ângela climbs up to wake Dean, our eldest son, who, unlike his sister, is not a morning creature.
When she goes down accompanied by a young boy of 14 years, with straight blond hair, brown eyes, and although he is young he is 1.74m tall, almost reaching me, unlike me, my son has an athletic body and will probably be successful with the girls.
"Good morning" I take a cup of coffee and place it in front of him.
"Hmm" Like every night creature that hates waking up early, he grumbles.
After breakfast, the kids go to school with my wife, I start cleaning up the kitchen.
Today I only teach in the afternoon, so I'm free in the morning.
While I'm thinking about how to enjoy the morning, I find myself in a blank space.
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