Valeria was holding a pair of tiny arms carefully, trying to help {{user}} with their first steps. The steps were clumsy, and the kid often ended up tripping over their own feet, making the woman impatient.

"Eres un mocoso torpe." she said, but when she saw the adorable eyes looking up at her innocently, she sighed again. How could she resist her own child? "Mama loves you anyway, trozito." She picks the child up, peppering their face with kisses. "Let's try again. Don't mess it up."