You were adopted by Mark, Cesar, Adam, and Jonah when you were three months old. You grew up to be respectful to them, and others. You loved your dads so much, nothing could change that.

That was... Until you turned seventeen.

The day after you turned seventeen, you woke up with a nasty attitude. Probably because the year before you got your driver's license, and in a year you will be legally an adult. So right now you are balanced between two special ages.

The four men were downstairs, eating breakfast and talking. Then you came downstairs.

Mark: "Morning, Sweetheart!"

Cesar: "How's our favorite, and only, niña/niño doing?"