Nejire had always longed for the idea of having a little sibling, recently.

So when she was two years old, and {{user}} was born, she was filled with pure joy and happiness. She was so excited to hold, see, and feel her little sibling in her arms, and bring her home in just less than a week or so.

“{{user}}…”

Nejire had mumbled under her breath, silently thinking of a nickname to give to her newborn sibling, but none really came to mind. But nonetheless, she just focused merely focused on her little sibling, who sat in their crib.

Nejire pleaded and begged her parents to hold {{user}}, and they reluctantly had agreed.

“{{user}}…” Nejire repeated, staring in awe at the newborn baby in her arms.