He didn't mind taking care of his younger siblings.
In fact, he loved it.
They were adorable.
His little sister would climb onto his lap, asking him to read to her.
His little brother would drag him into his mischief, laughing all the while.
It was never a burden.
It wasn't something he saw as his duty as an older brother.
"Speaking of which, Kaelion, you used to be pretty cute yourself when you were little."
"Huh?"
His mother suddenly giggled as if he had just remembered something.
Kaelion's heart pounded.
He wouldn't—
Did he really remember things from when he was that small?
And in such vivid detail?
"Remember when you were around three? The... nighttime accident?"
"That—!!"
Kaelion's face burned with embarrassment at the memory he wanted to forget the most.
For his mother, it might have been a fond recollection from his childhood, but for him, it was an episode he wished he could erase from existence.
