Three days later, Cairo was finally discharged from the hospital.
Bern still warned us repeatedly that Cairo needed complete rest and close monitoring for the next few weeks, but thankfully, his condition had stabilized enough for him to continue recovering at home.
However, finally going home should've made me feel relieved.
Instead, the moment I opened the front door of my house and saw the number of people entering behind me, I immediately realized one thing.
My house suddenly felt too tiny to accommodate all of us.
Cairo was being supported by Bern as they followed me inside the house. Egypt skipped excitedly ahead while Paris quietly stayed close beside her sister carrying her small bag.
Behind them, Rome entered carrying almost half of Cairo's medications along with the things he had bought for the triplets.
Then came Stephenson and Sylvester.
And somehow, my brothers walked inside my house comfortably like they had been visiting for years.
