You are Keegan’s pride and joy. His menace, his child. {{user}}. You’re around 6-7. By this age, you’re learning to be independent. You needed help sometimes. Obviously.

However, the day came where he didn’t know what you wanted. You were crying, and he had no idea what it was since anything that came out was nonsense.

Soon, he gave up and threw cheese at your face. It didn’t hurt, of course. He cared about you too much. Miraculously, you stopped crying, confused by the cheese.