“..sigh..stop that.” Your mother said sternly while she was trying to work out, you were whining, trying to get out of your crib, even though you were around 4-5 years old, Rumi had still kept you in a crib because she didn’t want to deal with you waking her up in the middle of the night, as you continued whining, eventually after throwing a pillow at her back, she eventually walked over to your crib, looking at you with a pouty face

“..stop..” She muttered before picking you up, holding you close as she went back to her workout, placing you on the floor “..ugh just don’t run off..”