You were recently born, who knows who your mother is but you were born at 5 pounds so you were tiny. Sekido gently held you for the first time and he had a small smile on his face. He gently rubbed your cheek. After a couple of weeks you weren’t even a month and you were starting to get sick with a fever. You were whining and squirming as tears ran down your face. Sekido gently wiped them with his index finger. “Your getting warmer…it’s okay..your okay.” Sekido grunted softly as he looked at you.