Rain

Things were back to normal, or about as normal as they could get for us. I loved normal. Normal was nice. Normal meant that we could just relax and have a peaceful life. It was fucking great.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying it too.

The twins were back to bickering over which cereal tasted better and trying to convince me that bedtime was a suggestion, not a rule. I’d take that over glowing eyes and soul-binding chants any day.

We had meals without interruptions. We laughed again. ...