It’s been around a week since the Peter-falling-from-his-cradle incident happened, ever since then my mother has grown even more overprotective of me and she never lets me get away from her eyes.

To be honest, it’s kind of creepy to have someone keeping an eye on you 24x7 but I guess that’s the least I deserve for sneaking off my bed like that. But still, I would be glad if my mother were to let me be by myself for at least a couple of minutes a day.

Even when I am about to take a piss, my mother would keep on looking at me intently as if she was watching the formation of universe of something.

It has become very difficult for me to live a respectful life in this household, I don't know for how long I would be made to do these kinds of embarassing things in front of my mother.

Tch… I guess I have to take the matter into my own hands…

I crawled back to my mum and dad’s bedroom and started saying something in a language that only the two of us understood,

“Moo~ Moo~ Moo~” I said in a somewhat loud voice

My mom turned towards me and said, “Oh you are hungry Peter? Fine mommy will bring milk for you in a minute, you just stay here and play with this”

She said while handing me a rubber ball to play with and then stepped out of the room with a happy smile on her face,

…

‘No mum, I said I wanted to go outside, bring me some clothes’ I thought shaking my head at my mother’s inability to understand what I wanted.

But I guess it’s fine since I could have this room for myself. At least a couple of minutes if no more,

Making full use of the opportunity, I sat at the edge of the bed and stretched my arms in a direction opposite from the bed,

I was about to use the fire spell so I made sure to point my free arms outside of the bounds of the bed so that even if some kind of an accident happens, the bed would not catch fire. As for the floor and walls of our house, they were all made up of bricks so they were fire-resistant, to begin with.

I thought about the spell that my mother cast all those months ago. It went on something like this,

“O the elemental ‘ferocious’

Show thy mercy and light the world

Like a firefly lighting the dark night

Fire spark!”

So I said it or that’s what I thought but what came out of my mouth was this,

“O a elemea feocia

Sho aai maai an laaii…”

I didn’t even complete the entire chant and stopped midway.

It was only then did I realize this one extremely important thing,

‘I don't have any teeth’

I just hope no one saw… me

I slowly turned my head and looked towards my left side, it was then, that I saw something that made me want to jump from this bed!

…

‘Fu….!’

I cursed for the first time in the new world, no, maybe it was the second time.

***

KRISTEN GRIFFITH

“Ah~ at last Peter has gotten used to the milk’s taste”

I was in a very happy mood, this was the first time Peter had actually asked me for something! And that too was milk!!!

I was very worried about him at first since he never liked drinking milk, even my own.

And because of that, I had to purposely shove all that milk down his throat, I am a terrible person, but even so, I have to give him everything that might be useful to him whether he is willing to accept it or not!

Patrick is too soft that’s why I have to play the role of the strict parent! I can’t spoil him too much!!!

But… now that I think about it, Peter never really asks for anything. The most he does is make a sick face whenever I bring him milk to drink. I swear why doesn’t he acts like the kids his age?

I remember just 2 days ago when our neighbor Angela came to our house with her 1-year-old son who broke his toy and started crying for Peter’s toy that looked very similar to his. What a mannerless child! He is just trying to take away Peter's toy with all those fake tears!!!!

I was about to take Peter away from him but just before I could do that my dear Peter handed him over his own and started gently patting his head and the boy started crying.

“I swear he is just sooooooooo cute!!!!”

I said it out once again!!!!

Honestly, sometimes I can’t help but be worried about his future, how would a kind and gentle child-like Peter live his life in this cruel world? Just thinking about all the dangers this world might pose to him, I start shivering.

Should I destroy this entire world?

No Kristen, you have no time to think about this, you have to give Peter his milk otherwise his hunger might go away.

I took out the warm milk in a baby glass bottle and placed it on the table,

Peter is also a very unique kid, he doesn’t like cream in his milk and he prefers it ice cold rather than hot so I make sure to cool it down to a certain temperature so that Peter would drink it without making any fuss.

“O the elemental ‘cold’

Show thy mercy and grant the world relief

Like the shed of a house on a sunny day

Ice cube!”

Honestly, even I am embarrassed by these long incantations, but what can I do? It’s not like I have any aptitude for magic that I can just make ice cubes on my own.

Two small cubes of ice fell inside the tumbler filled with milk, I stirred the ice inside the bottle with a spoon until the two cubes finally mixed and then put the bottle on a tray and proceeded towards my room where I had placed Peter,

It was then that I saw something that almost made me drop the bottle full of milk,

Peter was sitting at the edge of the bed with his arms stretched out of the bed, it looked to me as if he was trying to cast a spell. Is he… copying me?

This thought almost made me jump but I restrained my excitement and kept on watching him…

Peter, as if he finally got ready started saying the incantations,

“O a elemea feocia

Sho aai maai an laaii…”

But he stopped midway… which was great because I was barely holding down my urge to laugh out loud…

Then Peter, with an embarrassed expression on his face looked around the room, probably hoping that no one had seen him, but poor boy, his eyes met with mine when he was just about to sigh in relief.

I looked at him

He looked at me

There was an awkward silence in the air which was broken when Peter suddenly put his hands on his face and started hiding his face,

This time I couldn’t control myself,

I dropped the bottle of milk, literally and jumped at him shouting,

“You are sooooo cute!!!!!”

***

Ever since the incident yesterday, Peter has started avoiding me…

Tch… why did I even do that?