Five years later,
"Xavier? Archie! You're going to be late for school if you don't get ready on time," Rhea said at the top of her voice as she flipped the last pancake in the pan.
"Mum, Xavier won't stop throwing things at my friends!" Archie blurted it out as he ran out of the room, heading towards his mother.
"Xavier,how many times do I have to tell you that that isn't right? You don't hurt your brother's friends, Rhea reminded Archie as she picked him up from the ground before adjusting his tie and rearranging his hair.
Xavier made his way to the kitchen; he was like a mini version of his father, a rascal.
"Xavier,why won't you button up that shirt? You look a mess!" Rhea pointed this out as she carried the little boy up and tried to adjust his tie.
"No mummy! The senior boys wil
