25: FOUGHT

In the serene ambiance of our dining area, a palpable tension hung in the air as we all quietly gathered around the table. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the room as we embarked on what seemed to be a delicate balancing act of familial harmony.

When I glanced across the table, I felt Kuya Keifer's disapproving gaze on me and Colten. His eyes seemed to pierce right through me, sending a chill down my spine. It was like he was silently warning us, making the peaceful scene feel tense.

In the quiet of the morning, I woke up to see Kuya Keifer already busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The soft morning light gently illuminated him as he moved gracefully around, handling the cooking with a calm determination. The sound of utensils clinking against pots and pans filled the air, creating a soothing rhythm. The smell of coffee brewing mixed with the fresh scent of morning dew, creating a peaceful atmosphere in the room.

Kuya Keifer was