Elena's Point of View
From the moment Palim was born, I knew something was different about him.
He didn't cry. Not like Becca had when she was born. There was no loud wail filling the room, no panic in his tiny body.
Instead, he looked at me, his wide eyes staring deep into mine, as if curious about something. It startled me at first. Babies aren't supposed to be that calm, not that aware.
I expected him to fuss when I first held him, but he didn't. His tiny body relaxed in my arms, his gaze never leaving my face.
"Welcome to the world, little one," I had whispered. He blinked slowly, and for a moment, I thought he smiled.
I brushed it off, thinking I was just tired. But even in those first few moments, I felt an unexplainable connection. A feeling of peace.
Over the weeks, I saw more of these little oddities. Palim was so quiet most of the time. He would just stare, his little eyes following everything and everyone.
He didn't cry for food or attention like other babies do. But whenever I came close, whenever I picked him up, he would relax. I could feel it in the way his tiny fingers curled around mine, the way his breathing steadied when I hummed to him.
It was as if my presence alone calmed him.
Still, it worried me sometimes. Babies should cry, right? Shouldn't they? I asked Ruth, and he brushed it off, saying Palim was just an easy child. But part of me couldn't shake the thought that something was unusual.
And then there were the nights.
I'd hear soft sounds coming from his crib. A rustle of blankets, a faint tapping, like he was moving around. But every time I'd walk into the room, he was still. Too still. His eyes would be half-closed, his face calm, as if nothing had happened.
It was strange, but I convinced myself I was imagining it. After all, babies are unpredictable. But as time went on, he became more… active.
One day, I found him trying to lift his head. Another time, he was rolling around, his movements far more coordinated than they should be for his age. It made me smile, watching him grow more lively by the day. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was… different.
Yet, no matter how strange these things seemed, none of it scared me. Quite the opposite, actually. It made me love him even more.
Holding him, feeling his soft skin against mine, the way his little body fit perfectly in my arms—it brought a joy I couldn't describe. He might have been quiet, but I could tell he was watching, thinking. There was something thoughtful about his silence, and it made me want to protect him even more.
"You're my special boy," I would whisper as I cradled him to sleep.
And Becca adored him, too. She was always by his side, playing with him, laughing when he made the smallest movements. Her bond with him warmed my heart.
The two of them were my world. My everything. Watching Becca care for Palim reminded me of how much love our family had.
Sometimes I'd find them together, Becca giggling, Palim watching her with his big eyes, his tiny fingers reaching for her. It was a perfect balance—the calm and the joy, the quiet and the laughter.
I would stand there, in the doorway, and smile. Because in those moments, I felt complete.
I didn't care if Palim was different. He was mine. And I loved him, just as much as I loved Becca.
Becca's Point of View
When Mama brought Palim home, I was sooo happy!
He was tiny and squishy, and his hands were so small. I loved touching them. I liked to poke his fingers and see if he'd grab mine. Sometimes he did, and it made me giggle.
"Palim, you're so cute!" I'd say all the time.
I'd sit by his crib, watching him sleep. He looked like a doll, but better. Dolls don't move, but Palim does! When he's awake, his eyes follow me around, and I love that.
"Mama, look! He's watching me!" I'd shout. Mama would smile, and I'd feel all warm inside.
I wanted to help Mama a lot. I asked if I could take care of Palim, and she said I was too little to do it all by myself. But she let me play with him, and I liked that.
Sometimes I'd tickle him. His feet are the best to tickle because they're so tiny and soft! He doesn't laugh like me yet, but sometimes he moves, and that makes me laugh more.
Palim is the best little brother ever.
I'd tell Mama that, and she'd hug me tight. I like when she hugs me. It makes me feel safe. I hugged her more after Palim came home, just because I wanted to.
"Mama, I love Palim!" I'd say, and Mama would laugh. I love when Mama laughs. It's the best sound in the world, like music.
One day, after I played with Palim for a long time, I saw something new! I got a new skill!
It's called "Caretaker"! I didn't know what it meant at first, but then I asked Mama, and she said it's because I help take care of Palim. I like that. It made me feel big and important, like I'm doing something really good.
I kept looking at the new skill. I like checking my status panel. It's like a secret game I play with myself.
Becca - Status
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Skill: Caretaker Lv. 1
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"See, Palim? I'm a good big sister!" I told him. He didn't understand yet, but I liked saying it anyway.
Every time I played with him, I checked my panel to see if my skill went up. I wanted it to grow so I could take even better care of him.
But the best part? Playing with him made me laugh so much! I'd sing little songs or make funny faces, and even though Palim didn't laugh yet, I could tell he liked it. His eyes would get all wide, and sometimes he'd wiggle like he wanted to join in.
"Palim, you'll laugh soon, right?" I'd ask him.
I can't wait until he does. It'll be even more fun!
But for now, I just love spending time with him. It's like having a tiny best friend. And Mama always smiles when she sees us together, and that makes everything feel right.
Elena stood by the door, watching her two children. Becca was playing with Palim again, giggling as she wiggled his little toes.
"You're such a good big sister," Elena whispered.
Becca looked up and grinned. "I know!"
Elena smiled back, her heart full. Her children were happy. That was all she ever wanted.
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