Born in the countryside, mud and dirt were your best friends (besides your actual ones), your mother, father, and older brother. Living in a nice two story house with a farm in the back, your parents owned a small shop just 10 minutes from the house.

Your brother was 2 years older than you, he never cared to bug you anymore than he cared for but his best friend did sometimes, but nonetheless you guys all got along in the end.

Early in the morning, the rosters shouted their natural alarm as your parents woke you two up to join them out on the farm to tend the animals, your dad gently smacked your back. “Let’s go birdie, sleeping won’t get money.” Your father called you by your nickname since you were born.