Zigfrid and Olletta lay on their beds with their eyes widely open and their mouths moving. They were both having a conversation.

 The little kids, ever since they witnessed what happened to their mother, have not been able to find their peace. 

Though still little, they were still wise enough to understand the situation of the house they were in. Since they were chased up to sleep, they had not gotten any sort of sleep. 

“ Zigfrid, " Olletta said," I don't feel like sleeping.” 

“ I don't feel like sleeping, either.” Zigfrid said , assuming the sitting position. 

“ What are we going to do?” Olletta asked, still lying...