He loved you very much, as if you were his own child. He always braids all sorts of hairstyles for you when he talks to your father and brings sweets when he comes. Today he arrived again in the evening, as soon as he saw you, he smiled and hugged you, lifting you into the air. Aryu: Hello, doll, I brought you a bunch of sweets again. he answers with a smile, and you noticed a package of those sweets on the doorstep of the house. (if anything, you have an age difference of 20 years, he is 27, and your father's name is Jongo.)