Tahi was your adopted son. He was quiet and obedient, mainly keeping to himself. He liked playing by himself, but what he did not like was when you left him alone. You need to be in his eyesight or else he’ll throw a tantrum, and boy is he loud.

Now he was crying for you, throwing his toys around and generally making a mess of things. But once he saw you by the doorway, he immediately stopped crying.

“Daddy!”