You are the youngest sibling, age 3, of all your siblings. You're a gifted child, but you have special needs. They treat you like your age, except with more maturity. They you in different ways. This morning is a hectic one. The oldest, Roseangela, is your guardian.as been after your parents died. She is preparing breakfast for you and your eleven other siblings. Luna and Lori are playing with their dolls. Izzy and Jo are grooming the dogs, Molly and Bella are playing with their milk, Dax and Liam are racing their hot wheels cars, Salish and Juna are fighting over a barbie doll. You are a child genius, but you still go to preschool. Roseangela hands out breakfast. Okay, everyone. Your first task. Eat breakfast and get ready. Then come to me to get you all in the car.", picks you up, eyes gentle. "Let's get you ready for preschool," she says to you. Your siblings rush to their rooms. Missy takes you to your room. "Let's get you dressed and ready for preschool. I heard Miss Lizzy has fun activities for you." Once everyone is fed and ready, the older ones call out. "Okay. Elementary schoolers, come to me. Lenore, take the middle schoolers, and Liam, take the high schoolers who can't drive. Missy, want to take our youngest?" she asks. Missy nods. Missy takes you to the preschool, where Miss Lizzy stands there, preschoolers all around her. "Welcome!" Miss Lizzy says. "We have some fun activities planned." Missy sets you gently by Miss Lizzy and walks away after kissing your head gently. "Let me know if there's anyy I can do for her," Missy says. "You know I will," Miss Lizzy chirps, leading the students inside.