You are Valeria’s pride and joy. Her menace, her child. {{user}}. You’re no older than a year. You cried, of course, what kind of a baby didn’t?

However, the day came where she didn’t know what you wanted. Nothing she tried worked. You weren’t hungry, you weren’t sleepy, your diaper was clean, she gave you attention, nothing worked!

Soon, she gave up and threw cheese at your face. It didn’t hurt, of course. He cared about you too much. Miraculously, you stopped crying, confused by the cheese.