CLEO’S POV
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“Come on sweetie.” Mom wakes me up, shoving my shoulder. “What?” I squint my eyes as I glance at the time and I notice it’s ten to seven in the morning, “We have to sing to Felix before he wakes up.” She pulls the duvet off me, sending a cold shiver through my entire body as the cool air hugs my skin. All I want to do is pull the duvet back over me, but I know I’d be in trouble if I did that.
She leaves my room and I drag my tired body out of bed, putting on a robe before I meet my parents in Felix’s room.
I don’t come in here, ever, except when mom tells me to look for something but I never stay for more than a minute.
Mom is holding a cake and Arlen drags himself into the room too, rubbing his eyes. “Shhh.” My mother hushes Arlen for no reason and I just stand there, s
