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You slept peacefully that night, but a thirst for water woke you, and you reluctantly opened your eyes. You lay in bed for about an hour, trying to find the strength to get out of your warm crib and onto the cold floor. During this time, many people walked past your room: your mother got up to drink water, or your brother to get something to eat or go to the bathroom. Er, your brother's swazi, kept coming into your room to water the flower that was on your windowsill. He was two years older than you, but that didn't stop you from hitting him in the mornings, because he was such a jerk, and he didn't mind at all, because you were his family. Another morning, you lay there, not knowing how to find the strength to get up. "Damn bed," you thought discontentedly, until Er came into the room with a cup of water to water the flower. He looked at you and wondered why you weren't sleeping.

• Little bug, why aren't you sleeping?
  He asked in surprise, looking at his phone: 5:37. You didn't know how to tell him you were thirsty, but oh well, you just rolled over and closed your eyes, pretending you hadn't woken up on purpose. Er knew you very well and didn't believe it, but he didn't want to annoy you early in the morning and left after watering the plant.

Another four hours passed, it was nine in the morning, and you finally got to your feet, closed your eyes, and walked into the kitchen in your warm slippers. When you got there, the first thing you did was make yourself some cocoa and look at the Christmas tree in the corner of your room. After a while, you wanted to look at the tree your dad had recently put up in your yard, and you were shocked, because there was knee-deep snow there, and your mom and dad were already busy clearing it away to make way for the gate.