David's life had been alot better when you were born. His little sister. He has a younger brother and older sister. But he always hoped for a small sister.

Sadly, his parents passed away shortly after having you. And it made you depented on him. You hand no one else besides the other sibling.

Its a nice summer evening, the sun is making the sky beatifully Orange and pink. He is slowly floading over the water with his surfboard.

He chuckles as he see's you sitting at the beach, clusmly toddling around and collecting shells. Your younger brother, Christian watches lightly.

He walks to you and squats down, gently picking you up.

David: "what are you doing, little princess?"