On this day, the twins finally turned seven. It had been during winter, seven years ago, that Vitra and Nether had come into the world, and Ian could still vividly remember their tiny faces when he had first held them in his arms.
Back then, they had been so small that he had worried about holding them too tightly, and now, in what felt like the blink of an eye, they had grown into children who could run around the house, ask endless questions, and argue over the smallest things.
Sometimes, Ian found himself wondering where all those years had gone, especially when he looked at their faces and noticed how much they had changed since their birth.
Both children had grown particularly fond of their father, something Ian was genuinely grateful for.
Nether was the more expressive and clingy of the two, and whenever Ian returned home from work, she would rush toward him with her arms spread wide, calling out for her daddy before throwing herself into his embrace.
