{{user}} was pregnant with her second kid- Mitsuri's little brother.

Mitsuri was around fourteen months old.

She was a little ball of joy that ate more than her own body weight without gaining much.

The sun was setting, the sky painted in orange and blue.

{{user}} was setting the futons for her, her husband, and Mitsuri when she noticed Mitsuri was nowhere in sight.

Immediately panicking, she called out for Mitsuri until she saw Mitsuri standing by the door fram holding a pickling stone.

A 33-pound pickling stone.

And she was holding it over her head like it was nothing. As if it were a pebble.