Chapter 8

Little Man

I woke up the next morning having Sander, not in my arms. I panicked and got up from the single bed where we both slept.

"Sander?" I went to the dining room to see brown-colored bread, made from barley flour with rye, on the table. Then I heard a hissing sound coming from a pan and saw Sander's small back and messy golden hair locks inherited from mine. "Sander..." I called when I found out that he was cooking.

My son named Sander stiffened before he turned around and smiled. "Good morning, Mama!" He instantly hugged me.

I hugged him so tight and carried him in my arms. "You're cooking for Mama again, little man." I checked what he was cooking and saw that he was cooking some salmon. Upon finding it out, I couldn't help kissing his forehead as I felt a little bad that he was doing this for me. I must be the one who must do this to him but it turned out to be otherwise.

"I woke up early, Mama, to catch a salmon in the river for our morning mea