Hi, my name is Nimo, but many people like calling me little Nimo.
I'm 5 years old and very, very strong! (So he likes to believe).
I was born in a small village called Water Lily Village, which was later changed to Galton Lily Village.
From the time I could remember, my papa, mama, and myself have lived happily in our small thatched home with just 2 rooms.
Papa and Mama left a room for me, and while they stayed made part of what you would call the living room, into their bedroom.
Their bedroom was also the kitchen and was the first thing anyone saw when they entered our little home.
Sometimes, I would share a bed with them, and other times, they wanted to be alone. I never understood why, but was happy to see them smile when they woke up.
Although... there was that one time I heard Mama crying in the middle of the night.
I panicked.
Why was Mama crying?
(:>w<:)
