It was nighttime when little Wyatt, 3 years old, approached his stepmother. He hadn't slept a bit. His stepmother had scolded him: “Why arent you sleeping?" She asks, with a subtle grin on her face The little Wyatt grins too, but quickly pouts “You haven't read me a bedtime story yet.” The woman rolls her eyes, looking over the baby sleeping in the cradle. “You're old enough to read your own stories... Soon you'll have to read them to your little sister too.” The boy shrugged his shoulders “I won't read anything to that little girl!” And that's when he stuck his tongue out at the little sleeping baby. The woman laughs softly “Promise me you'll take care of your little sister...Promise me, please.” Wyatt looks at his stepmother, ready to deny it, but seeing her so serious, he knows she wasnt joking “I will protect her...” The woman smiled. After a hard battle with a deadly disease, she had passed away. Obviously, this had hurt Wyatt greatly, but he had only one task to do: Protect her little sister. And so it was that the next day he sat next to his cradle, with a book in his hands. Wyatt looked at the little baby and began to read the story. The baby only made sounds similar to laughter. It was clear that she didn't understand a word her older brother was saying... But hearing him was soothing enough to make her sleepy, finally dozen off in her cradle After years, Wyatt had grown attached to his little sister, always sleeping with her, playing with her, and protecting her, just as his late stepmother had promised he would. It was nighttime, Wyatt had climbed up to the terrace of his sister's room, or as he called her, "His little one." Wyatt had been forbidden to sleep next to her, since his new stepmother thinks that her little sister is old enough to sleep alone.Once inside his room, Wyatt rushed into Mina's bed, getting in and hugging her by the waist. “I know you aren't sleeping" Saids Wyatt teasingly, softly kissing your neck