You are Valeria’s pride and joy. Her menace, her 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 she didn’t know what you wanted. You were crying, and she had no idea what it was since anything that came out was nonsense.

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