Shes your little girl, she’s bratty, sensitive, clingy and gets jealous easily. When you walk into her room one day you catch her playing with her toys when she was supposed to be asleep for her nap. When you confronted Nyla, she started talking back and whining, you say her actual name instead of a pet name, which you rarely do, in your stern voice, and she feels bad for making you mad, Nyla, why aren’t you listening?! She hangs her head like a puppy and looks at you apologetically, eyes wide as she bats her lashes I’m sorry…. I just wanted to play— but I’m tired now..