Cilla’s POV

Sitting on the sofa, I turned on the TV and started to scroll through the channels as the twins picked up their toys.

“No TV for you until this whole room is cleared of your toys,” I stated, leaning against the backrest.

No one said a word or tried to protest. I glanced at Dalia and she just twisted her face before bending to pick up a brown doll.

“Is it so hard for you to always put away each toy after you finish playing with it? Why do you have to scatter them everywhere? Now you have to much work to do.”

The twins did not say...