"Wymond, I want a sister…I will only eat half of my food from now on. Is that alright, Wymond?" Vincent tugged at the corner of his brother's shirt.

"You make me so angry!" Wymond said with a sigh. After that, he looked at the little girl again. "You'll also have to pick up trash and scraps in the future. Do you know that? Otherwise, you'll have nothing to eat!"

The little girl nodded, crying. "Thank you. Thank you both very much."

"You can talk!"

The little girl smiled. Once she smiled, her