<div style="text-align: justify;">Alexia smiled when she saw Alistair moving to help Conor. She would have liked her little brother to get more involved around the farm. On the other hand, she knew better than to push him now. So, most of the time, she just tried to be nice and keep a hands-off approach with him. It wasn’t very easy, her being who she was, but Alexia felt it was for the best. She would have hoped Ali would have opened up more to the family now, but well… he was still young, and maybe needed time.<br/><br/>Turning her attention back to her mother, Alexia smiled and moved closer for the hug. Hugs could cure a lot of issues, she was a firm believer. Alexia loved hugs, both giving and receiving them. She could remember since she was a child, whenever she had her feelings hurt, going to mom or dad for a hug. And she applied this treatment generously to her own child, knowing that Thomas had his moments of insecurity and needed reassuring. <br/><br/>Holding Rose tight, Alexia looked up at the woman. “I love you too, mom”, she murmured, before moving back to get work going with the omelettes. “Oh, mom, you really should come with us. I’m sure dad won’t mind. We can make him a list on his phone to make sure he won’t misplace it”, Alexia suggested. <br/><br/>Turning her attention to the sink, Alexia frowned. One of the not so nice things of living in an old home, she thought to herself. It wasn’t too bad, though, and she was sure Conor could fix it. The man seemed to have a magic touch for handy work. Good, because she couldn’t do it to save her life. When Thomas ran away to talk to his father and then dashed back and mimicked a pigeon, Alexia couldn’t help but laugh and walk closer to him to ruffle his hair. “My little carrier pigeon”, she joked, focusing back on breakfast. “God, I’m starving”, she muttered to herself, shaking her head to try and shake off that light-headed feeling she used felt after a few hours on an empty stomach.<br/><br/>Turning to look at Conor as he entered the kitchen, Alexia smiled. She loved seeing how well he had adapted to her family and embraced it as his own. It was something she had feared would be a harder process, as he was so kept to himself. When he asked what the problem with the sink was, she couldn’t help but reply with a joke. “I’ll bet it’s dying of old age”, she muttered, before starting mixing in the vegetables into her bowl and moving to warm the pan for the omelettes.</div>