Mary sighed as she looked out the window of her living room in the house she inherited from her ex-husband, Marcus. It was a dreary day, and she started to wonder to herself if things would ever be the same again. she missed the days where purgers weren't on the rise. "Mommy!" Called Mary's 8 year old boy, Travis. "Meg stole my toys!"
"No I didn't!" Meg replied, angrily. Mary rolled her eyes and chuckled. The two children were twins, so quarreling was a lot normal than one would think.
"Now, you two, what did I say about sharing?" She told them. "Now you two get along."
"Yes, mom." They both said, reluctantly, going to the other room. She sighed. at least she had her kids.