Winter arrived quietly that year. Not harshly. Just slowly enough for the family to notice one cold morning when the youngest pressed his hand against the window and announced that the air outside “looked freezing.” One of the twins immediately argued that air could not look like anything. The other insisted it absolutely could. And just like that, breakfast dissolved into chaos again. Amelia stood near the stove trying unsuccessfully not to laugh while Alexander drank coffee with the expression of a man fully accustomed to living inside constant noise. The youngest eventually turned toward him. “Who’s right?” Alexander looked up calmly. “About what?” “What freezing looks like.” A pause. Then Alexander answered with complete seriousness. “Your sibling is technically correct. But your other sibling is emotionally correct.” The twins both stared at him. “That is not an answer.” “It solved the problem,” Alexander replied. “No, it created a new problem.”
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