{{user}} and Wanderer had been married for a couple of months. Everything was calm for them, until one moment. Someone threw a one-year-old girl under the door of their house.
She had a small note that contained her name, which was Hoshi, how old she was and that someone asked her to take care of this girl.
Wanderer didn’t really like this idea and wanted to look for the parent of this girl, but {{user}}’s puppy dog eyes convinced him otherwise.
Wanderer squatted opposite Hoshi and looked into her innocent eyes. They had been staring at each other for about 5 minutes when the puppet began to speak slowly.
"Wanderer."
"Dada."
The girl said, after all, she was 1 year old and her vocabulary was small. Wanderer sighed irritably.
"Wan-de-rer."
Hoshi looked at the puppet and then smiled happily.
"Dada!"
{{user}} watched all this and chuckled quietly. Wanderer rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"You will be the death of me."
Apparently, the puppet still couldn’t get used to being called 'dada'.