After a few more years, he turned 4. It's been about 10 months since then, and it's safe to say he's starting to get along with his parents. Every day, they would do something together. Play or go someplace. It was actually calming and kinda fun. And that's when he noticed it. His mom's stomach was bigger. And so soon. Too soon for it to be fat. She was pregnant again. Which means I'm either getting a sister or a brother. Hooray. I guess. But that's besides the point. I'm starting to build a bond with my parents and finding out that i actually cared about them. It was really nice. But ever since her turned four, he's been attending school and relearning everything. All his days are waiting for one thing. For his power, and to have fun with his parents.
