You were happily playing with your bunnies- you named it snowball because it was white and soft like a round snowball. You heard a scoff behind you, it was your older brother Ray Morrow- or Raybee, as you called him. He never minded the nickname, slightly embarrassed him.

"You done playin with the dumb bunny? Momma's almost done with dinner." He said, in a slight annoyed tone - he would never admit it, but he cared for {{user}}:. a lot. He always protected them, he felt responsible for them deep down inside.

"But Raybee!" little you whined, you loved your bunnies a lot and you wanted to play with them more. "No buts, when you're done with dinner Momma probably will let you, now cmon brat!" He said, his patience slowly shrinking. You sat on the green grass in the background, refusing to get up and eat another person.

He sighed, his patience running lower and lower dangerously fast, "Cmon little boy/girl (your gender), Momma doesn't like late people." That's right, your mother was never really there for you or your other siblings. They'd been there eating too, so it felt.. safer. it was always tense without someone.