Gwen Bennett Song didn't surround herself with many people. She didn't go out of her way to make new friends or to be seen by others. She actually preferred to remain in the shadows and unnoticed. She was fine with what she already had; a small grou...
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Gwen Bennett Song loved her family. They weren't a stereotypical one, not at all, but it only made them more special. After all, who could say they had a mum and two dads and a brother. For as long as she could remember, Gwen's life had been full of love and support.
Now, she knew that the people she called her parents weren't really those who gave birth to her. Nadia and Nicholas were her godparents, but Gwen could barely remember her birth parents. She heard many stories of them from the adults surrounding her and she always knew they loved her. And Gwen loved them too in her own way, as best she could without memories of her own to know them by. Nadia, Nicholas and Henry were all she knew.
A part of her did often wonder what her life would have been like had her birth parents not passed away during the war, but she knew thoughts like that were futile. She couldn't change what had happened, but Gwen knew things could have been much worse. Instead she had a loving trio as parents, and a brother who she would go to the ends of the earth for.
When Gwen was eight, Nicholas, Henry and Nadia adopted a boy the same age as her and it did take the two of them a moment to get used to the fact that they suddenly had a sibling, but once they did, Gwen knew she wouldn't want it any other way. During their childhood, the two became inseparable, and their bond became unbreakable. Like any other pair of siblings, they fought and bickered, but Gwen knew that getting a brother was one of the best things that has ever happened to her.
That was how Gwen's family was set up. Nobody was really related to each other, nobody was married, and they weren't your normal definition of a family, but they were one, and they couldn't have been more proud of that. And if anyone ever had the privilege of seeing them in their daily routines, they wouldn't have been able to deny any of it.
However, on that particular morning, their routine was slightly more chaotic. By the time Gwen and Oliver woke up on that particular morning in late July and made their way out of their rooms, their parents were already rushing around the kitchen trying to make breakfast and get to work on time.
"No! You're squeezing the oranges! Not anywhere near the stove!" Nicholas exclaimed as he pointed a spatula at Nadia with a pointed glare. Even Lear, their pet Crup-pup who could usually be caught lounging around lazily, was now barking at Nadia's feet, he himself knowing how much terror she could unleash. Setting their kitchen on fire would definitely make them all late. Oliver and Gwen couldn't hold back their knowing looks as they entered the kitchen. The last time their mother tried to help with the preparation of a meal she set a kitchen towel on fire. Nobody wanted to endure such a thing again, even if it was easily handled with the help of magic.
"Good morning!" Oliver was the first to call out, managing to finally catch the attention of the adults and make them turn in their direction with slight surprise.
"What are you two doing up already? I told Henry to wait till breakfast is done before waking you." Nadia questioned with a small shake of her head as she pulled a pitcher from one of the kitchen cabinets and began squeezing the oranges as she was instructed.
