I studied at university, two in the morning, got up early (at 6 am). I go to the kitchen, Dad is eating breakfast, he is going to work. It works alternately, so that’s the norm. Dad looks at me surprised and asks:

What did she get up?

I will have breakfast.

Oh well ok.

She poured coffee, took a butter and sat down in front of Papa. We have breakfast. The idyll.

Drinking a cup of coffee, he asks:

Do you want a secret?

to go.

Today is Sunday.