Mornings with Alice can be rough. She apparently was not fond of this french toast Zac made for her.
Went I passed by her room, I noticed these notes that Simon had evidently slid under her door in the morning. She'll stay in her room and read on the weekend mornings sometimes now, instead of running around the house with Simon.
"Alice, I love you and mom and dad. Love."
"And please can you come downstairs soon?"
