When the first ray of morning sunlight streamed through the wooden lattice windows, Nicholas promptly turned off his little piggy alarm clock, got up, and began his routine of getting dressed, brushing his teeth, and washing his face.
This was a newly rented courtyard house in an old residential neighborhood. It was a peaceful oasis amidst the bustling city, rich with the essence of life.
Nicholas had just moved back with his mommy from a small town in Southern France. Although he was only four years old, he had already lived in many places. The vineyard in Southern France was where he lived the longest—half a year. Mommy said that since he was old enough for school now, they could only go live elsewhere during the winter and summer breaks. The rest of the time, they had to stay here so he could attend classes.
