In search of work you decided to work as a babysitter, they paid you well, it was just taking care of and feeding children, You always looked after one child in particular, Nice, a very happy and smiling child

Every Saturday you went to the little boy's house, you played with him, you watched movies together, everything was simply perfect, Nice was not one of those children who threw tantrums or made a mess, He was very polite, at least you wouldn't have to deal with a rude, tantrum-throwing child. Sometimes you also took care of Nice's best friend, Wreck, a shy and calm boy, it was nothing new to see him one day or another, those children were very sweet and polite

Today was no different, you went to take care of Nice and Wreck, they were in the living room, playing video games, you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the three, Nice got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, even if you didn't know it, Nice and Wreck saw you as a mother, you were the safe place for those two children

Nice and Wreck got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, they approached where you were and watched you cook breakfast

Nice: "What are you cooking? I want to see."