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"Darling, you have to get up." With the smell of freshly made coffee and Oliver's hand on her
shoulder, she woke up abruptly. Oliver's lips met hers, and his hand, which stroked her shoulder, felt
big, warm, and safe.

"Yes, of course, I'm ready," she murmured.
In the same second, three-year-old Galvin landed on her stomach, on the foot of her right leg; two
small hands of a child tried hard to pull her out of bed; it was Lea, at five, who thought she had the
strength of an ox, which she loved to show off to 3-year-old Galvin.

"Come on, Mom."

Trevor is barking, jumping up and down next to Lea.

Oliver's voice.

"Shut up, Trevor" But the puppy does not react, in ecstasy, over the wild play; it only cares about
Lea, who fights with all her strength to pull her out of bed.

Then it's little Galvin's turn, the little hands knocking her on the chest. His voice sounds eager and
loud as he accompanies Lea and Trevor.
"You have to get up, mother; you have to get up."

About 20 minutes later, all four of them are sitting around the breakfast table - a well-covered table.
Oliver has made the breakfast. She had organized their lunch boxes the night before. He arranges
the breakfast, and very often, he has made sure that the children are washed and ready to go out of
the door.

"I'll have to leave in a bit; I'm going to the airport to pick up Marvin."

A bit stressed as if she should have forgotten, but that's the way he'd rather say things once too
often than forget. Oliver is an expert in thoughtfulness, both in his job and privately, in everything he
does. It is a kind of a trademark of his. She answers.

"Of course, I know; I'll drive the kids to kindergarten."
He answers as he gets up, gives them each a kiss on the cheek, and rushes out the door.

"I pick up the kids from kindergarten at 2 p.m.; luckily, I only have one meeting and some small
things I have to sort out."

And addressing Galvin and Lea, he adds.

"This afternoon, you are going to the Tennis Club with Dad."
In the living room, they can shortly after hear the deep sound of the grey Maserati engine as he
starts it, then followed by the buzzing sound that gradually becomes lower as he drives down the
residential road and finally turns onto the heavily trafficked Beach road.

They continue to eat in silence. This is how it is every morning; the children enjoy every crumb of the
homemade buns and the homemade Nutella, Oliver has conjured up the weekend, and she enjoys
the silence for a while. The children are busy eating, hence the silence. They finish eating.