FLASHBACK FROM ZAREK'S PAST

ZAREK:

"Please, tell me you didn’t poop again," I look into her bright little eyes, and all that comes out of her tiny mouth are bubbles of saliva.

I lift her into my arms and cautiously sniff her diaper.

"Phew, I thought it was my turn again. Hold it in until your dad gets here, okay? Your uncle only likes you when you smell like a clean little baby," I cradle her in my arms and start pacing with her.

I can't help but smile; she's so adorable and reminds me so much of my sister when she was little.

"Dad has to deal with the poop, the sleepless nights, and in the future, fighting off suitors," Roger walks into the room, huffing, and I hand him his little daughter.

"Well, mom had to carry her for nine months and give birth to her. Isn't that enough?"

"Yeah, sure, always defending your sister. She’s not as saintly as you think, she..."

"AAAAHHH!"

Suddenly, a scream cuts through our conversation, and I rush to the adjoining room; that scream was my sister’s.

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