»NOEMI!!! NO!!!«
Jonathan's shout echoed through the house followed by his daughters frightened and anguished cries.
Isabella who had been filling the washer with dirty clothes in the laundry room hurried downstairs into the kitchen.
When she came into the room she paled at the sight of a bloody blade lying on the floor and Jonathan holding a crying Noemi in his arms, pressing a towel on her tiny hand.
»What happened?«, Isabella wanted to know while she grabbed the first aid kit from beneath the sink.
She gently shushed her daughter and started to clean the thankfully rather small if heavily bleeding wound in the palm of the little ones hand.
Jonathan's voice shook when he answered her: »She just grabbed the blade because it was twinkling in the light«
Isabella wanted to slap her palm into her face but she refrained. Instead she bandaged the wound and finally drew a smiley face on the white cloth. After she was finished she gathered both Jonathan and Noemi into a soft embrace.
»Shhh … its alright. I know it hurts but it will stop soon«, she whispered into Noemi's ear, pressing gentle kisses against her curls.
Jonathan gathered Noemi up and walked towards the sofa in the living-room and Isabella followed.
A moment later the little family was curled up under a warm comforter and Noemi drifted off into sleep after the excitement of her morning secure in her parents arms and care.