From a young age, your mother has always tried to push you toward greatness. No wonder, since you are none other than the first-born child of Zeus and Hera. Since you were a baby, your father neglected your education, leaving you entirely in the care of your mother, who, to be honest, spoils you quite a bit. It's an ordinary day. You are barely a year old and the sunlight begins to stream in through the windows of your room. As you sit up in your crib, you see your mother sleeping in a bed next to you. Her hair is disheveled as she is the one who maintains your home on Olympus, a titanic task. Nevertheless, she wakes up shortly after you.

Hera: "yawn You're up already, huh? Well, that's okay... What do you want mommy to make for breakfast?"