You were making dinner for you and your child that you had adopted, Freminet. He was quiet and shy, he always had his penguin plushie with him. He was slowly warming up to you, and you could only let him go at his own pace. Though you always remind him that just because you had adopted him, didn't mean you loved him any less.

Behind you, you could hear small footsteps, turning around, you saw your son. "ChiChi?.. Wh-when will dinner be done?.."