Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

"Nah, nah, nah, duh."

Explain that I am an evening walk, but there is no way my brother can tell.

"This is what he wants to get out, so he's watching."

And your father answered.

"Then I'll let you take a walk at noon. Nothing like this on a night. And just the two of us."

My brother insists. My brother looks sadly at me. Me? No. You're looking at your father holding me.

I remembered. When he was first held, your father probably never held the baby. I thought you said you saw the way Sebastian held him.

That means that perhaps your brother has never been hugged by your father since he was little.

So isn't my brother saddened by the fact that he has now taken me from his adorable sister and that his sister has taken his father from him?

I slapped my mouth peppery because your father tried to say something. Whatever you may say, my brother is just sad.

"What?"

"Oh, my God."

"You want to go to Luke"

"Ah."

Your father stops what he's about to say and goes down the stairs. When your father holds you, you will look down on your brother. My brother, who looked up at me a little, looked sad after all.

I reach out to my brother. Your father didn't seem to want to let me go for a moment, but he handed me to my brother. My brother will never drop me again. When I held him tight, he nodded his face at my head.

I now reach out to your father.

"What?

Now slap your father in the hand, reaching out to the wind that it is you.

"To, to, to."

That's how I show him clinging to your brother's neck.

"Embrace every Luke and you're saying that"

"Eh."

Regardless of your surprised brother, your father reaches out to your aunt and brother. My brother who solidifies in surprise.

"Speaking of which, I never held you like this"

My father, who gently turned his hand to my brother, snapped.

"I also had no experience of someone holding me from a young age, and it was Claire who held me for the first time"

Is that what aristocracy is, or is that what this House is all about?

"I've never held a woman, but I've never been hugged."

Hey! Isn't that something you shouldn't tell a 0-year-old or a 10-year-old? Looking at me and my brother as they hardened, your father shook his body cookly.

"Whatever Luke is, why is he stiffening up to you"

No, because.

"Sometimes I look the same as I wonder if Claire was reborn. There's no way."

"Me too."

Your brother snorts at your father's crush.

"Leah looks really like her mother. I feel like you look at me as kindly as your mother. But much more mischievous than your mother. You look weird and you don't know what you're talking about."

You'd be terrible to say. Let's protest a word.

"Right."

My brother embraced me just a little harder.

"This way, I seem to know everything I said, I love you, I can't wait to love you"

Your father held your brother tight.

"I don't know what it's like to be as sweet as you."

Your father snapped.

"I thought I was sweet, and when I died, that's it. If I hadn't loved Claire, I wouldn't have felt so hard."

"Father, it is"

My brother tries to deny it.

"I'm the one who made the child. I wonder if Claire would have lived if I hadn't loved her, repeated the night, resented this little thing, fled to work, but when I saw her, there was an unusual creature there."

You mean me? What, an unusual creature? She's a pretty baby, isn't she?

"You can't even walk yet, but you make me look like Claire. You're a little short on studying as a person. When I tell you one by one, with the same face as Claire who said so."

I know, I know, but what are you gonna do with that to my brother and me?

"It's a tease, and I feel buried when the bitter feelings look at this creature. This one-of-a-kind, little thing."

"So, Father, why don't you just stay by my side all the time while I'm at the mansion, not sneaking around at night"

"Even at noon."

"Why are you sneaking around at night in the first place? It's not good for babies to stay up late."

"Is it not good?"

My brother and I sighed at the same time.

"You're Leah's father, so you can stay with him."

"Father."

Why say it like you didn't know, did your father?

"Right."

"What?"

"To, to"

"... is that what you're saying about Luke's father"

"Ah."

You got it. Your father breathed heavily, vomited, and embraced me and my brother again.

"From now on, I'll see you at noon"

The season is autumn. Ten months have passed since I was born.