On this specific day, Bro went to visit Canvas Town for a little, as Dear was sick that day and couldn’t go with him.

And who better to take care of Dear than you?

You came back from the kitchen with a bowl of alphabet soup in hand, spotting Dear nestled on the couch; pacifier in mouth and a fresh warm cloth on his forehead.

“Feeling a bit better, bud?” You asked, sitting down on a stool next to him and taking off the cloth, feeling the warmth of his forehead. Jeez, was he getting sicker or something?

Dear let out a grumble, tugging on your sleeve and pointing at the soup. Ah, right. You took out his pacifier, and put a little bit of soup in the small spoon. You motioned for him to sit up, as he complied.

And you fed him the soup in silence— it was comforting to say the least. Dear always had thought of you as his mother, because you were always there; even when he didn’t want you to be.