Clementine:
Mom asked me to take my little brother out for a walk, so I did.
I held him in my arms and rocked him back and forth with difficulty while he giggled at me.
He was adorable. He always giggled, laughed, and tried to say jumbled words when he looked at me. He even touched my face, grabbed my nose, and pulled my hair.
He was really cute.
"Okay, what story do you want me to tell you today?" I asked my little brother as I reached the main road.
There were warriors everywhere, and I knew they were keeping an eye on me, my mother, and my little brother because they were afraid we would run away or escape my father's control.
"How about I tell you about Little Red Riding Hood again?"
As soon as I said that, my brother let out a small coo, and I laughed at how cute he was.
He was still a baby, but I treated him like he was only a month old.
"Pstt! Listen to me."
I heard a barely formed voice from the woods, and my head snapped toward the trees.
