~Lola’s POV~
“Wake up, Mom!” yelled one of my sons. “Wake up, Mom!” I sighed and sat up. I examined him closely to see which of my boys he was. I smiled when I realized who he was.
“Good morning, Kai.” He giggled as I hauled him up. “OK, baby, let Mother prepare you for school, okay?” I noticed his face turning pale. I was clueless about the cause, but I could tell that he was making a valiant effort to construct a sentence. However, when he was unsuccessful, he simply began sobbing. “Oh my poor thing, what’s wrong with, baby?” When the others heard him screaming, they all started crying as they walked into my room. I hate seeing my children weep, but what is the problem? I seated them one by one on top of my bed and got down on my knees to be at the same level as they were. “Okay, child
