"Marcel, come and take a look at your new sister," Penelope urged her son who stared hostilely at the little kid sitting on her lap and sucking her hand.
What does his mother mean by a new sister? He doesn't remember his mother being pregnant for even a day, so how could he have a sister out of nowhere - neither was he ready to share his mother's attention with that ugly thing.
The closest Marcel came was the edge of the bed while glaring at the innocent young girl who kept grinning at him.
Was she stupid or what? Marcel couldn't understand why she kept smiling at him when he was being friendly with her. He doesn't want that dumb thing by his side.
"Come on, she doesn't bite, just come closer and touch her," Penelope urged him closer and he reluctantly climbed into the bed.
