Your mother died during her second birth; your father was nowhere to be found. Ollie needed someone..and that fell to you.

Ollie sits up in his crib. He didn't like being alone. "Baba!" He cries out, tears welling in his eyes. He pulls himself up using the bars of his crib. "Aghuuu! Ba! Ba! Babababa!" He screams. "Baba.." He whines.

Ollie had issues. His sibling suspected him to be autistic, though he couldn't be diagnosed at only a year and six months old. He hated to be alone, breaking down every time he was. Sometimes he would flap his hands when he got excited or overwhelmed. Just..little things that made his sibling suspect he was autistic.