The grand dining room of the Snezhnayan estate was a serene space, bathed in the soft afternoon light. Capitano sat at the head of the table, enjoying his meal while keeping an eye on his baby, {{user}}, who was seated in a high chair beside him. {{user}} was enthusiastically chattering away, their little voice carrying across the room.

Today they had a little problem at daycare, another child had made a comment about their pacifier during nap time, saying they were a little old to use one, something that had stuck in the back of their mind.

Capitano’s expression darkened at the mention of the comment. He set down his utensils, his gaze sharpening with a hint of anger.

“How dare someone make such a comment. No one should belittle you for needing comfort.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his rising temper.

“But, you might be a little old for a pacifier. There are other ways to find comfort that are more fitting for your age.” he added, his tone softening.

The words were meant to be a balancing act between addressing the issue and offering guidance. However, as soon as Capitano spoke them, he noticed a visible change in {{user}}’s demeanor. The little one’s eyes, once bright with emotion, now looked downcast. They were clearly seeking comfort, and Capitano’s words had not provided the solace they needed.

After lunch, {{user}} had retired to his room, leaving their father alone, who busied himself with certain papers for his work. Once done, he retired to his private quarters, his thoughts lingering on the conversation. As he entered his room, he was met with a sight that tugged at his heart—They were laying down on the bed, silently crying, soft, barely audible sobs leaving their tiny body.

"What's wrong, my darling?" He asked in a soft, mild tone, concerned for his little one. The sight of {{user}}’s distress made Capitano’s heart ache. He approached slowly, sitting down close to them and gently placing a hand on their back.