Sehun waddled and waddled, his nappy moving left and right and then left and then right. He tried to grasp a rattle on the table and SMACK! The nanny smacked his hand.

“You filthy kid. Go sit there! I told you to not play with the others. Your brothers have not pay me yet.”

Sobbing, he waddled back to a corner. Kyungsoo who witnessed the whole scene stood dumbfounded. The nine year old knew nothing. He never knew his dear youngest was suffering so much. He did not even know why. He couldn’t understand why. All he knows, his brother is not okay. His eyes welled up seeing Sehun. Never was he treated like that. Never! What would happened if the others found out? They are gonna be hell mad. Without thinking much, he ran towards his brother. Kyungsoo kneeled down and hugged the innocent baby. Seeing Sehun’s puting face, his tears instantly dropped.

“WATTLE!” said Sehunnie.

“What baby?” questioned Kyungsoo.

“WATTLE!” he said again pointing towards the rattle on the table.

Kyungsoo cried harder. Once, when he was young, they had everything. Just name it and you have it. Life had a major turnover the moment the murder took place. Kyungsoo shook his head-trying to clear his thoughts never wanting to remember the incident. He carried Sehun and left that place. The word ‘filthy kid’ keep running through his head. That is not how the society should see the precious in his hands. Slowly, he walked along the chilly street, carrying his bab