Introduction
"Mommy... I don't want a brother..." whined a 5 year old girl holding onto her moms leg in attempt to keep her from leaving. "I'm sorry, Samaria..." the mother said leaving the house and her daughter. The little girls babysitter came to take her to the kitchen.
A few hours later at the hospital, the worn out mother was holding her new-born son. "What's his name?" asked the doctor. "His name... his name is Morro." The doctor stared at the mother as if she was going insane. "Morro... are you sure?" The mother nodded. "Okay, your kid..." they signed the birth certificate and Morro was the name that they had chosen.
Chapter 1- The first days at home.
The environment around young Morro was new... strange... full of adventure. He wanted to see everything. Unfortunately for him, he was only a week old thus giving him the inability to get up and crawl. He did, though, enjoy the attention he was getting. Every so often, his mother would enter the room and peek into the crib to see if he was sleeping. He rarely was. Less often, a young girl about 5 years of age would come in and take him out of his crib. She would play dolly and dress up with young Morro. He didn't like that very much. Eventually, the girl would get scolded for her actions towards the new baby and Morro would return to the safety of his crib.
A few days after the girl had taken him out of his crib the first time, he went on his first adventure; his mother took him to the kitchen. The things he saw were amazing. He wanted to touch everything in his sights, but another unfortunate thing happened. His mother put him in a high chair. He whined. "Oh Morro, don't cry baby." his mother insisted. He kept crying. Then he saw a face in the corner of his eye. He turned and it was the little girl. He, being unable to laugh, hit his hands upon his tray. He jerked his hands back towards his body in shock of the pain that had caused him. He observed that the girl had come closer. He had also noticed his mother was laughing. He concluded that banging his hands on the tray was not only the most adorable thing ever, but it was drawing the girl nearer and nearer. He kept hitting his hands on the tray and the girl crept nearer. She was finally at the foot of his tray. "Oh, Samaria... I never truly introduced you to your brother. This is Morro." the mother said after her laughing died down. Samaria got a good look at him and whispered, "why... why have you brought me this living dolly?" Samaria stared at Morro with fire in her eyes. "Sweety, he isn't your Dolly.. he is your little brother." the mother explained. "Take him back!" Samaria demanded. "Watch your tone with me, young Lady." the mother said. Samaria then began to screech. Morro didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. So Morro cried.
There was a series of yelling and crying. Eventually, Morro was taken to his room and Samaria to hers. It was not a good first week.